I sat there, sobbing so hard I thought I would choke on my own tears. Before then I couldn’t cry, couldn’t show any sign of weakness.

But now I didn’t care. Now he was gone and my life felt empty. The world had taken my best friend and the only thought in my head was that I should follow him.

A knock came on my door. I opened it, just a crack, to find the hallway empty bar a bowl of soup and a mug of green tea. I felt sorry for Dad, he just didn’t know what to do. He was alone and now I was too. Alone together.
I pulled the tray across the dark threshold of my room and left it there. If I ate I knew I would be sick.

I checked facebook and ficly once more.
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That note was the savior of my life. I ignored the knife that had previously balanced on my wrist and started to pour my inspiration onto the keyboard, every word coming with another tear.

And then the tears stopped and the world kept turning, but I never forgot him.

He lives on in my words.