When Max woke up the next morning for class, something was off. It was eerily quiet in her room, besides the soft indie music spilling from the background. And she had no morning text from Kate. Somehow she knew that she had upset her girlfriend at dinner yesterday. Max had to remind herself that Kate was too much of a gentle soul for this world; too innocent, too pure. She knew that the blonde wasn't just going to be able to brush everything off. She had a kind heart, and that was a rarity these days. Max sighed, and got out of bed, turning her radio off, and she got dressed for class quickly. Always going with a simple jeans and t-shirt. She just really wanted to see Kate; to apologize to her girlfriend.

Gathering all her items for the day, she walked across the hall to room 222, and knocked on the door hoping for an immediate answer just like Kate always did. She waited and waited, only to receive none. Maybe Kate had overslept? Max knocked on the door again, "Kate, it's me..." She said, leaning up against the door. "I'm really sorry about yesterday... I was just trying to cheer you up. Do you forgive me?" She rambled on, talking through the door. But the brunette still never received a response from her girlfriend. Maybe she had left already? Went to class without Max? But Max knew better, she knew Kate wouldn't leave without telling her first.

In the bottom of her stomach, Max had an uneasy feeling, and she didn't want to go into Kate's room. But what other choice did she have? She had to make sure everything was okay. So, the photography braced herself, inhaling a deep breath, and she opened Kate's door, thanking her lucky stars that it was actually unlocked. And what she saw when she opened the door, made her heart stop completely. Max stood in the doorway, the door completely open, with her mouth agape, her blue eyes unsure of where to look. Whether it be at the pills laying in the floor, or Kate's now lifeless body all disheveled in the bed.

This wasn't happening, it had to be a dream. Yeah, that was probably it. Because there was no way in hell that Kate would just leave without any sort of warning and what not. But Max knew better; there was a warning. Kate's depression had been a sign, and Max knew that she should have gotten her girlfriend some help long ago. And now, it was too late. She had gone and done the unthinkable, she had taken the pills, attempted to leave this world, and she might have succeeded. Max just hoped that she wasn't too late. When had she done it? Right when they got back from dinner? Or had she waited?

It felt like time had stopped, or at least was in slow motion when Max finally screamed Kate's name.

Tears blinded her immediately, and she ran over to the bed, grabbing her girlfriend forcefully. Oh god, her body was so cold. Max didn't know what to do, she didn't know what to think. Was she dead already? Long gone from this cruel world? Somebody must have heard the brunette scream, because before you knew it, Brooke was standing at Kate's door as well, eyes reading horror. "I'm... I'm gonna go get help Max." She managed to get out, before sprinting down the hallway to find somebody, anybody who could do this. Or undo it, rather.

And Max, she pulled out her phone and dialed 911, hoping it wasn't too late to save Kate's life. Her blue eyes darted around quickly, not sure where she should let them rest, as she listened to the dial tone on her cell phone. One thing was for sure, Max knew that she couldn't look at Kate right now. In her pajamas, underneath the covers, so pale, so cold, so lifeless, so dead. It was the complete opposite of what she actually was. Her heart ached for her girlfriend; no one should feel like they have to resort to suicide.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"I'd like to report a suicide."

"Where?

"Blackwell Academy."

"We'll be there soon."

After that, everything was a blur in time. The ambulance arrived shortly after, paramedics invading Kate's room, barging into her personal space while Max just stood there and watched them take her baby away. She was numb as she watched them pick up Kate's lifeless body out of the bed, put her on a stretcher, and carry her away. And nobody knew if she was dead or alive. Nobody knew if they could save her. She wasn't allowed to go to the hospital with her, it was a rule or something. But they took her phone number, so they could call her and let her know everything about Kate. And by now, a crowd had formed around room 222, people watching, murmuring and just being nosy.

Max turned around after they had taken Kate, and just glared at everyone standing there. "You did this to her." She managed to get out through her tears. "This is your fault." The photographer decided that she wasn't going to go to class today. She went right back across the hall to her room, slammed the door, locked it, and fell face first into her bed, screaming as loud as she could into her pillow. It could be hours before she heard anything about Kate, so she did the only thing she knew how to do. She turned on some sad music, laid in her bed, and stared at her phone for hours and hours. Questions taunted her mind relentlessly, and she just wanted Kate to be okay.

Max wanted to see her smile, hear her laugh, she wanted to kiss her, hug her, hold in her in her fragile arms and never let go. The only thing she regretted at the moment was not telling Kate that she loved her. And she vowed that if Kate made it out of this, made it through, it would be the first thing that left her lips when she saw those beautiful brown eyes again.