The Saddest Word

Last Breath

 -Cas's POV-

   I sat at the edge of the roof, humming a lullaby that my mother used to sing to me when I was younger. Grabbing the pen to my right, I began writing the letters to my family and closest friends. 

    The light from the moon gave off just the right amount of light, and made the night feel even more beautifully tragic. My brown hair billowed around me, and eventually I tied it into a ponytail. The tears from earlier had long dried on my face, but now newer ones made an appearance.  

    I started sobbing so hard that I was rocking back and forth on the roof, precariously hanging from the building, and for a second, I rethought what I was going to do. But my resolve was made up, I was going to do it. 

    I stood up, and stuck a foot out, if only to test my balance, when my phone rang. I jolted, my thin body leaning forward, off the roof. It only took a millisecond for me to realize that I was falling, plummeting the 35 stories to the ground. 

    I didn't scream, I just fell. My body and brain were numb. My limbs were flailing everywhere, trying, searching for something to stop my momentum. If there was a god, I was praying that he'd forgive me for everything, even this. I just couldn't stand it. The pain, the hurt, the numbness. 

    Then I hit. It was just a moment of pain, before everything went black. 

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-Tyler's POV- 

    I looked at the gray and teal corsage I made for Cassidy. I had a plan to ask her to go to prom with me. I adored her so much, because she was such a strong person, and she was just an amazing person. And I was going to make her mine. Mine to hold, to cuddle, to nurse when she was sick, to spoil, and altogether love her. 

    It was nine in the morning when I got the call. It was Cassidy's mother, Tris. She was sobbing uncontrollably, incoherently, and I had to ask her to slow down. She took several deep breaths, then said in a very low, soft voice, 

    "She's gone." I looked at my phone for a second, not sure what she meant. 

    "What? What do you mean?" I questioned, putting the phone on speaker so I could grab my shoes and put them on. I waited as Tris gathered herself again. 

    "Cassidy, oh god, Cas is gone... She's gone, goddammit! She fucking jumped off of the tower in the Square! She's gone, like forever." Her voice cracked at the end, causing her to start hiccupping again. 

    It took me a hot minute to realize what she meant, and when it hit, I dropped to my knees and grabbed my blonde hair in my hands. I snatched the phone off the ground angrily. 

    "Tris, I swear to GOD, if you are pulling a sick joke on me, I'm gonna kill you. If you get a fucking kick out of this, I swear to god, I won't hesitate." Her sobs stopped at this comment. 

    "Tyler Forrester, if you think I would joke about my daughter's death, you have got to be on meth, because she was my star. She meant the world to me, and here you are, after her fucking death, joking about her death. I don't know who you think you fucking are, or what you think you're doing, but don't ever say that to me again. Do you und-" I slapped the end call button, chucking the phone across the room, watching it shatter against my wall. 

    I have never ever wanted to be with Cassidy more than now. And until now, I've never considered suicide. I needed to get out of here. I needed to find something to do. I needed to forget Cassidy Lakes. 

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-Cas's POV- 

    I watched as my mother unraveled in front of the police at our door. It seemed as if she was melting into the ground, trying to disappear from reality. She blankly stared at the wall until she picked up the phone and called Tyler, my bestfriend. 

    She cried and cried, and Tyler yelled, and hung up. I walked over to her, a happy smile on my face. 

    "Mommy, it's me, Cassidy. I'm okay, look at me, I'm right here." My mom stood off the ground, and walked straight through me to the bedroom, where my father used to sleep. I stared after her, a confused countenance on my face. I wasn't being seen? Why? 

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-Tyler POV- 

    I scanned the bar, until I found Chris. He was the bartender that allowed Cas her first Vodka, and held her hair out of her face while we both threw up in the back alley. He was always there when we needed him, whether it was a ride, or a drink. In this case, I needed only one. 

    At the sound of the front bell ringing, Chris looked up, and when he saw me, a disappointed look came over his face. 

    "Aye, mate, aren't you supposed to be in school?" He said, his british accent coming to light. I ignored his question, and started crying. 

    "She's go-go-gone," I stuttered, trying to force my jumbled emotions into words, "she's gone forever, and there's nothing, nothing that I can do-do to bring her back. Nothing." It felt like a rope of barbed wire was wrapping itself around my neck. 

    Chris came around the counter to give me a hug, and I welcomed it. I needed a stable person I could lean on before I drowned myself in my misery. It seemed like an eternity passed as I stood there in Chris's tight bear hug. 

    "Can you get me water? I don't want to drink right now." Chris pulled away to grab a glass and filled it to the brim with tap water. I downed it, and then slammed it down. "Another. Get me another." 

    I don't know how long I was there, all I know is that I passed out. From fucking water, while my girlfr- best friend was dead. I'm pathetic. 

_Flashback_ 

    I chased Cas around the house, holding a stinky pair of socks in my hand. I cornered her in my kitchen, putting my hands on either side of her. I leaned forward, my breath blowing across her neck, causing her breath to hitch. 

    "Can I have that kiss now?" I questioned, leaning back to gauge her reaction. She smiled that soft smile that made me fall in love with her so hard. 

    "No, not until you unbecome a cocky bastard best friend." I pretended to be hurt, pulling away from her. "No, I was just jo-" I cut her off by tickling her sensitive sides, making a wet little trickle run down her leg. 

    "Did you pee, or cum?" She slapped me, her cheeks tinged a dark pink, and retorted, 

    "You couldn't make me cum if you wanted to. I peed my pants, dumbass, now get me some sweatpants, silly." She smirked at the end. I groaned, and rolled my eyes walking upstairs to fetch her some of my loose fitting sweatpants. No need to get a boner if I don't need to. 

    Soon, her footsteps padded to where I was. She pressed her small frame into my back, and I felt her ribs. I furrowed my eyebrows, did she lose weight? Like a lot, I think. 

    "Cas, have you eaten this week?" I turned, facing the brown haired girl I loved. 

    "No." 

    "Cassidy! You barely weigh ninety pounds!" She ducked her head in shame. I put my fingers under her chin. "Don't ever act ashamed, hun. I love you whether you were five-hundred pounds, or ten. Just, please eat." 

    Her smile was back on her face in a flash. "You never feed me! How can I eat, if you never feed me?!" She laid the back of her hand on her forehead dramatically falling on the bed. 

"Oh, please, drama queen."

_End Flashback_

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