I stretch out on my bed, a bed that was his that semester. Funny how life plays us farther than we can endure. I ended up getting this bed space this semester of my second year. Every night I lay face up and cry. I ponder on why he did it and I feel like the worst person that could ever be. Why was I so blind to see that his depression had eaten so much into him?
You were both crossing the grounds next to the Faculty Hall. A slight wind rustled the leaves and the low grass, bending and shaking them, filling the night with eerie whispers. Branches creaked. Looking up, the moon’s dull luminescence seemed a bit ominous to you. The stars, as always, were innumerable.
It was the second time in a week that they were fighting. They seldom fought