"I remember every detail of that day. The day you chose to hang out with a nobody like me.
You were smiling and laughing.
I smiled to myself as I walked past you, happy that you were happy, though I wished that I was the reason you smiled.
"Hey!" You yelled at me.
I froze as I heard your melodic voice speak to me. Why were you speaking to me?
"Come, sit." You waved at me to sit. I saw some of my friends sitting with her.
I took the only available seat, next to you. You turned to me and I got to look at your beautiful face. I felt a slight blush creep up my neck so I pulled my jacket higher.
"Why are you so quiet? We don't bite." You laughed.
Because of you! I had wanted to say. How can I speak if I don't want you to think differently of me? Without embarrassing myself?
"Just not comfortable, I guess." I replied.
"Well then I'll make you comfortable, if it's okay with you?" You declared.
I didn't have any words to say. That day, you never left my side. We went out for lunch after school. You tried to start conversations with me, though I was too shy to talk.
When we got back to school, I thought that you would leave me to talk to your friends. You never did. You stayed and accompanied me so I wouldn't be lonely.
"How was school?" You asked me.
"Tiring." I mumbled.
You laughed at my answer. You scooted nearer to me. My heart beat like crazy, you know? I struggled so hard to control myself. You excused yourself to go to the toilet. When you left, I started texting my friend. I told her about how we hung out. I told her how your eyes lit up as you talked about things you liked. How you tried your best to get me to open up. I told my friend how much I dreaded having to go home later that evening. How I never wanted to leave your side to go back to the place that I never felt loved.
I saw you running back to me. You were fast and your hair flowed in the wind. Perfect. The only word to describe you.
"Who are you texting?" You asked, eyeing my phone.
"Nobody." I blushed. I thought about how I was talking about you to my friend.
"Then I wanna see." You exclaimed as you snatched my phone out of my hand. I got up and rushed to the canteen to get away from you. How could I possibly stay and watch as you read what I think of you? At that moment, I wanted to die. I would rather have gone home to my unloving household than stay with you.
I reluctantly went back to where you were to take my bag. I wish I could erase the memory of the look on your face when you saw me. You looked disgusted at my existence.
"You're disgusting, fag!" You shouted at me, "You should be dead!"
You continued to insult me, and I continued to take it like how I did at home. My heart broke and tears welled up in my eyes. You looked like a monster. You didn't look like the person I fell in love with.
You were the only thing keeping me alive.
But now you hated my guts.
The stinging sensation I felt when you slapped me felt good. I told myself that I deserved it. I was a mistake. I watched as you walked away. My phone was on the table for everyone to see the messages. I let the tears roll down my face. I didn't blame you for the tears. I blamed myself for being so disgusting. I could never blame you.
Your friends approached me. They comforted me and wiped my tears.
"What's wrong?" They asked me. I didn't have the heart to tell them.
"Nothing." I assumed that you hadn't told them, "Sorry for wasting your time."
I turned off the password of my phone and left it to them to give you.
I went home and cried.
That day was yesterday. I'm leaving this note under your bag after school. That will be the last you ever see of me.
I love you."
The 16 year old cried as she read the letter out loud. She regretted what she had done the day before. She hurt her friend badly. Everyone that knew cried that day, including their teachers. The girl who was always happy and cheerful, though quiet most times, was now gone.
"Don't cry." They heard. They turned around and saw her standing there with a smile on her face. "I love all of you. You were the family I never had."
A tear rolled down her face. The fourteen year old broke down in apologies.
"Please don't apologize. You did nothing wrong. I understand that what you said was out of anger." The dead girl said. She tried to hug the crying girl but her arms went through.
The crying girl realized something as her late friend spoke. She loved the girl more than a friend should.
"I'll always be with all of you. Not physically, but emotionally." Everyone smiled as they heard the girl.
The next day, everyone wore black shirts. They knew how much the late thirteen year old loved them. They ignored everyone around them except each other. They didn't care that their attire was against the school rules. They ignored their teachers' scolding. During their break, they sneaked out of school to visit the girl's favorite place. The park. They spent the rest of the day there, bonding and crying.
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I watched from afar as you and everyone else grew closer. I was thankful that my death brought this upon you.
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The 16 year old felt the presence of the dead girl.
"I love you." She whispered into the sky.
She heard the wind reply.
"I love you too."
