CHAPTER ELEVEN
*Wyatt's POV*
The phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hi. This is Tanya, Bryn's Mother." I remembered Tanya. She was always so nice to me. She loved me. I don't know why.
I knew something must have been up because why would Bryn's Mother be calling me?
"Uh hi, is something wrong, Tanya?" I asked.
"Yes. Yes, there's something terribly wrong Wyatt." She said in sobs.
All I could think was,
Is Bryn okay? What is going on? Holy frig, what happened?
"What's going on?" I asked nervously.
"It's Bryn..." She said.
My heart dropped all the way to my feet and I froze.
"What about Bryn? Is she okay? What happened? Is she okay? Please tell me Tanya, what the hell is going on?!" By this point I was freaking out. I didn't want to know what happened. Because I could sense it was bad.
"She's gone, Wyatt. She died this morning. She died in her sleep. Peacefully." She said speaking through sobs and sniffles.
I dropped the phone and ran into my room grabbing my guitar. I ran as fast as my legs could go. Tears were spilling out of my eyes and I didn't even bother to wipe them away.
They streamed down my face like a waterfall. I couldn't take this. I couldn't do it.
My brain told my legs to stop where they were.
I looked around. My sight was blurry because of all of the tears.
I was in front of the school. The place I met Bryn. That lovely girl was so amazing.
The way she always kissed my cheek made me blush and feel all giddy. Why did she have to make me feel like that? Why couldn't I only like her as a friend. Like she liked me? She only ever liked me as a friend. But I loved her.
I sat down on the bench in front of the school and placed my guitar down on my thigh.
I began to play "Far Away" by "Nickleback." Then I remembered the first time I ever danced with Bryn, well the only time, we danced to "Life After You" by "Daughtry." And I decided to play that.
I cried as I played. I couldn't believe she just died. For nothing. She never did anything to anybody! This is my fault.
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I look down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best-friend."
They read a diary entry Bryn had wrote in her high-school years. This is what it read:
~I stare at him, wishing he was mine. But he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell Wyatt. I want him to know I don't want to be just friends. I love him. But I'm just too shy and I don't know why... I wish he would tell me he loved me!~
I wish I told you too Bryn... I'm lost without you...
And I cried, for a very long time.
Before the service ended I looked in Bryn's coffin, only to see her beautiful face.
I couldn't contain myself. I just cried and sobbed. After a few minutes I stopped.
I leaned in and kissed her lips.
"That's what I should've done from the start..."