"I love you too." I say. When I pull away, "I'm gonna stay here until nine or something. Then I'm going to live."
*
4.50 AM
Upon getting into bed, I turn on my phone and download an app called the Last Friend.
I'm not spending my last day alone and I'm not going to let my family watch me die.
The screen loads and I'm given a form to fill out.
Name: Thomas Greene
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 163 lbs.
Ethnicity: <skip>
Orientation: bisexual
Job: don't have one
Interests: photography, finding someone to carry me home tonight aka music
Favourite movies/TV shows/Books: Look Both Ways and Annie, The Queen's Gambit and The Unlisted, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
Who you were in life: I was a brother and a son. Brought up in foster care for most of my life. I never found love.
Bucket list: kiss a boy.
Final thoughts: this is it.
I submit my answers, then asked to attach a photo. I don't have a lot of pictures on my phone but there's one photo when I went riding on my bike with Brenda and Minho and they stole my phone and took pictures of me without me knowing. I look happy. I chose the first one and submit everything.
A final message pops up. Be well, Thomas.
Almost immediately, a blue envelope appears in my inbox.
I click on it.
Subject: someone to talk to
Name: Newt Isaacs
Age: 18
Gender: Male.
New Jersey(1mile away)
Decker? Yes
I click on his photo and my breath momentarily disappears.
This boy is blonde, with soft brown eyes filled with...tears. Behind the beauty I can see pain. He must have taken this picture recently. I open a chat with him.
Thomas: hey there. You okay?
Newt: just another decker
Newt: I'm sorry idk why I'm here you must think I'm a creep
Thomas: I'm a weirdo
Newt: okay?
Thomas: what the hell am I doin heeere
Thomas: I don't belong heeere
Newt: oh...oooooh
Newt: you like Radiohead?
Thomas: just that song tbh
Thomas: u wanted to talk?
Newt: yeah
Newt: you can leave though
Thomas: hey no talk
Thomas: what's up buttercup
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