Memory (Sequel To 'Broken Edge')

Prologue

  (Written From Ricky's Point of View)

  Rain pelted my face as me and the guys desperately searched the area, Chris had just disappeared. Devin had left a note at the house in case he went back there, but part of me knew we were to late. Chris was gone, my lover was dead. He had to be. I told him I didn't love him, and he just smiled when I said it. He had genuinely wanted to die.

And it was all because of me.

That alone was a painful thought, but all my thoughts came to a halt when something shiny caught my eye. I had brought the guys over towards it and we soon found ourselves huddled around a bloody pocketknife. My heart sank as I realized that we were on a bridge. We all made our way to the railing, peeking over.
   The first thing I noticed was the choppy, merciless water. Beneath us had to be hundred foot deep, pure ocean filled with monsters of the deep blue. Chris hated water anyway. Did he even know how to swim? Why would that matter, he had intended himself to drown.
  The next thing I noticed was the object floating through the water, it looked like humanoid shape. Devin must've caught me staring because he followed my gaze to the object. He too realized it looked like a person. Ryan was the first to shout when police officers began showing up. He was yelling about the object in the water. I didn't want to know if it was Chris, I didn't want to see him dead. I had seen him close to death enough times.

For the first time in a while, I genuinely wanted to die too.

I wanted to die with him.

But, when I tried launching myself over the railing, Balz grabbed me. Hell, an entire group of people grabbed me. We had caused quite a scene by that point. Why couldn't there have been this many people when my lover jumped? Why couldn't they have grabbed him too?
  The authorities tried desperately to get the object in the water, but they just simply couldn't. The water was too choppy, it was too dark, there wasn't anyone with enough training, all these excuses but not one seemed legitimate to me. I would've jumped in myself and tried to swim to him. I finally fell to my knees, crying hysterically at my loss. Ryan, Balz, and Devin were planning on taking me home, but the police said my mental state needed to be evaluated since I too, attempted suicide.
  They took me to a hospital where I stayed a total of seventy-two hours under surveillance and intense questioning. The guys visited me, and every time I asked about Chris. Our fans were devastated, our music career was basically destroyed now. Unless we replaced our singer, there was no Motionless In White. However, even if we did replace him, it still wasn't Motionless In White.

Was this really how we ended?

Our singer, my lover, everyone's inspiration, killing himself and not even getting a proper burial?

How could I have let this happen?