A Week Before Eliana's Death.
I heard the loudest laugh erupt from her mouth, filling the silent air. She laughed at anything and everything.
I gave her a look. "You have quite the laugh. It wasn't even that funny."
"I laughed because I thought it was funny. Shaming people for what they laugh at is not cool," she said.
I smiled a bit. "I know. I guess my humor just doesn't align with yours." I looked at her as she began to snack on some chips. She could be so free being herself. I was myself and yet, I didn't feel free. I felt constricted by the rules.
I felt judged and outcasted. I wished I could change myself but that effort took more time than I had.
She got up as her phone pinged. She read the message and her smile grew wide. "He wants to hang out. I'll see you soon!" He left quickly and I laughed at her, feeling alone.
I suppressed that feeling. I wasn't going to allow jealousy to eat me alive. I was jealous that she could be everything I couldn't. I wanted someone to love me, too, but nobody could. I was too weird.
I sat alone, feeling the ache grow in my chest. I heard a knock hours later, echoing through the small room.
I got up and opened it, wondering who could possibly be here. She was already gone tonight. "Yes?" I noticed it was the man she was supposed to hang out with.
"Something happened." His face spoke with a deep pain that I couldn't understand. "Something bad happened to her."
I followed him out of the college, taking in my surroundings. Outside the college was a parking lot with small buildings surrounding it, all for the students, but beyond that was a road and fields. I followed him to the field and stopped when I recognized her. "No. Liam, tell me this isn't true." I covered my mouth.
He walked closer. "I just went to go get us some drinks. We were going to have a weird picnic." He stared at her.
I shook my head, feeling the anger and sorrow filling my mind. They began to cloud all logic and focus. "Tell me this is a sick joke. Please, tell me." I looked at him, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.
"I can't tell you. It's true." His eyes started to water. I had never seen him cry, but there was a first for everything.
I let the waterfall go free and my cheeks warmed up as the liquid rolled freely down my face. I looked at the cause of this emotion, the lifeless body that sprawled across the frozen ground.
Selene was gone now and I had to live with that. I looked at the blood that wetted the grass.
I didn't want to see her anymore. I turned my eyes in a different direction, letting them get blurred by the tears. I didn't want to believe it but it was true. "She's dead. Someone killed Selene. How could they? She was so sweet and happy. She didn't hurt anyone."
"I don't know. I don't know why anyone would do this to her." He came over to me, putting his hand on my shoulder.
The cold air couldn't harm me. I felt nothing as it rushed against my bare legs, reminding me of who I lost. I wiped my cheeks, as my glasses shielded my eyes from my hands. "I'm going to go back to the dorm. I need to process this." I looked at her body. "I need to give her a proper burial first. She deserves better."
I grabbed her feet while he grabbed her wrists. We carried her through the field and set her down against the cold floor of the earth. I looked at him and he left to grab a shovel. I gather some rocks and kneeled down next to her. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen to you. I would've saved you. I would've helped you. I could've protected you."
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