It's okay
she whispers,
her voice too faint.
I know you didn't mean anything
she whispers,
tears starting to stream down her white cheeks.
It's just-
her small voice cracked and strained,
It meant so much to me.
I just wanted you to stay
her thin shoulders barely able to keep her safe,
but I guess you didn't want to.
But it's okay
she fights to smile,
but still tears appear in her eyes
and she turns away.
I won't bother you anymore,
okay?
I'll stay away
and I promise you won't see me any more,
so maybe-
Maybe could you-
just try to smile when you think of me again?
Because I know I don't have anyone left,
and I know no one will remember me when I'm gone,
but maybe-
maybe you could.
She stepped away
and when she looked towards him one last time
he whispered
no
please no
and collapsed onto the ground
as her long white hair streamed
and her pale pink dress flowed
and she disappeared over the edge
all because of what he said
I'm sorry
he cried
I'm sorry
I left her alone in the world
and it was my fault that she got swallowed by it
when her parents left her
when her friend killed herself
when she started getting bullied by the other foster home kids
when she finally couldn't take it anymore
and she called for the only friend she had left,
a boy who had left her years ago,
a boy who had been given a chance for a better life
and took it.
Why?
He whispers through a voice hoarse from screaming
Why didn't I remember?
You were my only friend
his voice cracks and again he begins to sob
And I left you behind
and I forgot about my pain-filled past
but-
but-
It wasn't just pain
because you were there
holding me together
even when I towered over you
even when I hurt you sometimes,
your pale skin bruised and cut,
you still cared for me,
always making sure I was okay,
you understood my anger and misery,
my hate for my family,
my depression from leaving my little sister,
you understood
and you loved me
and I left.
I left you all alone in a house filled with enemies
and I never looked back.
He lays on the floor,
body racked with sobs
and a mind consumed by guilt.
I left you all alone
I'm sorry
I'm so sorry
So please
Please come back
Just come back
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