Emily as she looks over the old photos of you and her.
It was tragic. The whole town gathered because no one could believe it. (Y/F/N) had ended their life. Killed by your own hand.
Emily was the one to find your body. You were late to your annual Friday movie night. She came by your house to see what had happened, to find your body dangling by a rope from the second floor.
You didn't kill yourself. Emily was convinced that A had done this. She spent all her time trying to convince everyone that the anonymous stalker had killed you and made it to look like murder. But the truth finally settled in. And Emily had to come to terms with knowing that you had done it, that you ended your life.
"I can't believe you're really gone."
Question:
Do you support the LBGTQ community?