theendisnearesttothewall

i actually got over a girl i really liked about 2 months ago, and probably am ready to move on. the problem is, i don’t actually really like anyone. i know a decent number of eligible chicks, but the problem is that i don’t actually really like any of them. i don’t really know what’s going on right now, and i honestly don’t care -_-. i just want to be able to lay my head, single and happy, and joke around until the end of time. but obviously as a freshman that’s never going to happen, with all the drama.

i honestly really like my life, and don’t want it to change at all. My friends get me into way too much drama now, CHRISTI. and i really don’t want to be involved in it. i just wish sometimes that i could pull away from my friends and family and just run away for a few days, to the shire, and the inn of the prancing pony, or travel with Allanon the druid to the mystical castle of Paranor, home of the druids. or maybe i could just be a loner and skip lunch, getting away from drama. one of my friends is an Atheist now, one broke his arm, and one hates the Atheist. wow, what a week. seriously, if i could just back away, you know, just learn to say no to that kind of stuff, i would be the Mellowest, most calmest and trustworthy person around. but then again, without all this drama, where would my friends be Freshman year, huh? yeah, i love you guys, but honestly, you guys have to chill out sometimes and let go of the bad times or the mistakes we’ve made and just be mellow about it. I dedicate this to Robert Ramos, Tim Vallee, Dan Coye, Christianna Braun, Diana Pugh, Becky Dwinell, Becca Purdy, Claire Wenner, and Richelle Jenkins.

Boy: i’m not sure if i can do this

Friend: of course you can, man! just ask her!

Boy: ok, but after the competition though, ok?

Friend: don’t chicken out on this man, just say what you want to say

Boy: I’m nervous about this

Friend: just do it man!

Boy:OK, now let’s kick their butts!

Friend: That’s the spirit! They’re going down!

After the performance…

Friend: we’ll kill you ford!

Boy: what’s happening?

Friend: ford messed up on the fourth quarter

Boy: if we lose, you’re dead, Ford!

A little later…

Guy: Dude, check this out!

Boy: what?

Guy: the hollows on the dome make echoes when we stomp in unison!

Boy: ok

Everyone: 3……..2………..1……..STOMP!

Guy: oh man, that was barely an echo!

Boy: that was disappointing 

Guy: yeah…

Later, after their group photo, he sits with his friends, watching the performances with everyone.

Friend 2: the SU orange band are coming up soon

Boy:I know, i’m so excited

Friend: they are going to sound awesome

friend 2: (taps boy) hey look >.>

Boy: quiet! she’s right there!

Friend 2: i know XD

Friend 3: what?

Friend 2: (whispers it in friend 3’s ear)

Friend 3: figures

Boy: shut up!

A little later….

Everyone: SWEET CAROLINE! BUM BUM BUM! THE GOOD TIMES NEVER DID LOOK SO GOOD! 

Boy: yeah! the orange sound awesome!

later…..

…And the award for the first place national class dome championship goes to….. THE WEST GENESEE WILDCATS!

Boy: YES!

The majority of the members hugged, cried, and felt good as the drum majors carried the proud cup that was theirs for the year. he hugged the girl he had a crush on and the boy blushed a little, holding her.

Friend: we won!

Boy: yeah, we did!

Friend: (hugs boy) Man hug

Boy: (laughs hysterically) yeah man!

they rode their bus home as he thought a lot about everything that has happened so far

Boy: hey

Friend: what

Boy: i don’t think i can do this

Friend: you sure?

Boy: i barely know her

Friend: true, i think you shouldn’t

Boy: i think i’ll wait until next week

Friend: okay

The boy spent the night celebrating with her and his other friends at Tullys, and had a great time

the next day at school…

Teacher: today we’re going to have an in class lab students 

Boy: yes! let’s go!

Friend: okay!

Friend 7(her): hey guys, can i join your group today?

Friend: (shoots boy a look)

Boy: (semi- nervously) yeah, of course

Friend 7: sweet 

Boy: so what’s up?

Friend 7: nothing much, just decided to work with you guys today

Boy: cool 

Friend: i’ll go pick a rock

friend 7: do i know you?

Boy: yeah, i normally hang with you at applebees

Friend 7: oh yeah what’s your name?

Boy: my name is _____

Friend 7: oh cool.

Boy: which rock is this

Friend: it’s coquina

Friend 7: ha! Let me sniff it!

Boy: ha! I need some more

Friend: yeah! Give me!

All 3: HA!

Boy: (this is easier than i thought)

they hung out until the end of the period, laughing and joking around, with his pride high and his hopes rising. He felt bad though, feeling that his friend might have felt rejected at points

they had the same hang out at labs routine for the next four days.

On thursday…

Friend 4: hey

Boy: what?

Friend 4: just come here!

Boy: hold on a second

Friend 7: ok

friend 4: (whispering) you’re so cute together!

Boy: shut up! She’s right there!

Friend 4: hey, stay a minute!

Boy: what!

Friend 4: when are you doing it?

Boy: what?

Friend 4: you know, asking her out?

Boy: tomorrow

Friend 4: OH MY GOD!

Boy: ssssssshhhhh, not so loud!

Friend 4: okay, see ya!

Boy: yeah, bye!

The boy woke up early the next morning to check his facebook

Boy: let’s see what’s new………WHAT! SHES IN A RELATIONSHIP!

And so the boy is devastated as he arrives to school, ready to cry on the bus

friend: so did you hear about christi?

Friend 5: yeah, i’m pissed

friend: why?

Friend 5: because he has a girlfriend and I don’t

Friend 4: hhhhhhhhheeeerrrrrrrr!

Boy: shut up, i’m hurt enough already

Friend 4: you still like her!

Boy: yes I do

Friend 4: ha ha yep

a little while later in his math class……..

Boy: i’m devastated

Friend 6: why?

Boy: my good friend, who liked the same girl, had betrayed me and dated her while ii was left in the dust

friend 6: that really sucks

boy: I know (slams head on desk)

later that day at lunch…………….

Friend 5: so who asked who out

Friend 7: I asked him out

friend 8: yeah

Boy: (what! I thought he had asked her out! Man, all the bad things I had said about him! I’m so sorry, he’s been such a good friend to me so far in my life. Maybe she didn’t like me after all…..)

friend: did you hear that?

Boy: yeah (glares at him)

friend: (laughs under breath)

later that night…

boy: hey

Friend 7: what’s up?

Boy: nothing much

Friend 7: you were quiet at lunch. Is something wrong?

Boy: no, nothing’s wrong ( I was going to ask her out 11^th period…)

friend 7: you sure?

Boy: no, I’m not sure. Yes, I was going to ask you out come dome time, but I didn’t think that you would say yes, and I was afraid that I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend. I really didn’t know you all that well until very recently, so I didn’t think it would work out. I was going to 11^th period today.

Friend 7: I would have said yes.

Boy: It doesn’t matter. Tim hasn’t had a GF yet and needs one right now ;)

boy: besides, it’s fine

friend 7: cool, just don’t be awkward at the alley tonight, please.

Boy: I won’t

unfortunately, the boy had been very awkward at the alley that night, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t get over the fact that they were together, but did have a little fun

a day later….

friend 2: maybe you should date someone else to make her jealous

boy: I don’t know, who would it be?

Friend 2: her, or maybe her. Her, no, not her. OH, HER! Right?

Boy: I guess that could work…

friend 2: go for it! Why not!

Boy: cool!

The next day, in the morning…..

Boy: should I? I mean she said she would have said yes, yet I feel like I shouldn’t ask her for some reason, like it might sound awkward and I might sound like a jerk. Right? That settles it, I’m fine with it.

The boy arrived at the cruise port.

The boy arrived on the cruise, at the “circle c portion.”

by the end of the cruise, the boy had become great friends with everyone that he met on the cruise. When he arrived, nothing had changed.

Friend 8: where have you been?

Boy: on a cruise

Friend 8: we didn’t even notice you were gone until Wednesday

Boy: encouraging. I spent the whole week partying 24/7

Friend 8: lucky

Boy: yeah. Where’s (friend 7)?

Friend 8: she’s sick today :(

Boy: right, cool

she didn’t get better until Wednesday

a few weeks of the same stuff had passed…..

Friend 8: hey babe, what are you doing?

Friend 7: reading

Friend 8: reading what?

Friend 7: the chronicles of narnia

Friend 8: cool then. So anyways…..

friend 7: what’s up?

Boy: nothing much. Why are you reading right now?

Friend 7: I really like to read, it takes me away while things happen around

in a few weeks, they broke up

the boy was very happy, and wanted to ask her out immediately

Boy: yes! They broke up!

Mom: see, didn’t I tell you they would.

Boy: yeah, I guess so….

the girl was crying the next morning

Boy: what’s wrong?

Friend 7: he won’t talk to me at all, I’m really sad. I wanted to break up with him, not stop being friends with him.

Boy: I know. Come on, cheer up

friend 7: I can’t. I should have never done this

Boy: come on, it’s fine. He’s just being an ass now

Friend 7: ha, OK

at their lunch…..

friend 8: I can’t believe I put up with her, she’s so weird when you think about it

Boy: (no, I secretly still love her, and Tim should still be friends with her.) yeah (said the boy with little more than a smirk.)

later on facebook…..

friend 7: why won’t he talk to me? We were such good friends, and now he won’t even speak to me. I feel so bad now. God won’t help me, my mom has cancer, and I left the only one I loved. What is wrong with me?

Boy: absolutely nothing. (he had written later in the week how he was going to fix Tim and everything, and how he thinks she’s beautiful and she shouldn’t worry how she looks.)

the next week he just posted stuff about her life, and realized that he still like her a little as he drew each drawing

Friend 7: I still feel really bad about this.

Boy: it’ll be okay, I’m here for you

Friend 7: thanks so much :)

Boy: your welcome

later when he was talking to friend 2…….

Boy: hey, she was talking about cutting school earlier. Is she?

Friend 2: not school. Herself

Boy: WHAT!

Friend 2: she doesn’t know any other way

Boy: she can’t do that

Friend 2: she is

Boy: but she can’t. I love her!

Friend 2: what?

Boy: I love her

Friend 2: I heard you don’t say that again

Boy: but I do…..

later with him and her……………..

Boy: you’re cutting yourself?

Friend 7: I told you. You didn’t think I was kidding, did you?

Boy: don’t take this offensively, but yes.

Friend 7: I have scars under my sweatshirt

Boy: I can’t take you cutting yourself without crying. Please don’t. I really like you

friend 7: okay, I won’t

Boy: good :)

the boy had accidentally asked her out a day or two after that incident, and she said no. although it was unintentional, the boy prayed and wept to god and Jesus Christ. He spent many weeks waiting until the proper moment to ask her out again. It was going to be on Valentines day that he would again.

Dad: hey son. How was Jazz band practice?

Boy: great dad, as always

Dad: I got you something

Boy: a rose and a box of chocolates? You shouldn’t have

Dad: go get her

on valentines day……….

Boy: hey, can I talk to you in the band room

Friend 7: I can’t, I have a lot to do :(

Boy: cool, then (damn!)

Boy: I can’t back down now

Friend: what’d she say?

Boy: I’m asking her right now

Friend: go get her!

Boy: where is she? Excuse me, have you seen ______?

Girl: no, I haven’t recently

Boy: OK, thanks

The boy walked down the hallway, searching for her

Boy: (there she is! What should I say? “can I talk to you in private?” no, she’s with Paul. Damn it!) hey (damn!)

Boy: (checks practice room) (man, I gotta play out my frustrations) hey, man. Can I join you?

Friend 9: oh sure. Was-sup?

Boy: not much, just was looking for someone. I think I’m going to practice

Friend 9: I have a private lesson after interaction time

Boy: how do you get those?

Friend 9: talk to Mr. Borsz

Boy: sweet!

They talked until after interaction time, and it cheered him up a bit

Boy: she’s on!

The boy was back at his house

Boy: hey

Friend 7: oh hey! What did you want to talk to me about in the band room?
Boy: (crap) (he asked her out and told her his reason for it, and wrote an heartfelt and elaborate paragraph.)
Friend 7: I can’t.

Boy: OK, sweet!

The boy was really cool about it, and his motto became “if you refuse me, honey you lose me.” she cried 2 days later because one of her moms coworkers had died.

In gym….

Boy: I’m not kidding dude, quiet now

friend: OK

Friend 2: (glares at him sadly)

Boy: I know

the boy had decided he couldn’t leave her then

the boy had visited her house to see if she was okay….

Boy: are you okay?

Friend 7: NO!

She gripped him tightly as she wept onto his shoulder, and he truly understood her for the first time.

He visited her constantly that week after, and had connected with her deeply.

But something had happened that Friday. It might have been something he said that might have offended her or just her own thoughts, but she ran into the woods and cried.

The boy had decided it was best to leave her alone during those hours and left home, just thinking about it.

The next morning was sunny, yet for some reason the air did not smell right…..

Boy: where is she? I want to say sorry. (the boy had a single rose in one hand.)

Her mother: you really loved her, didn’t you? (she sat in an armchair, soaked with tears.)

Boy: where is she? (his tone demanded attention and an answer.)

Her mother: (she pointed to a tree in her backyard) she ‘sniff’ had killed ;sniff’ herself last night. ‘sniff’ she………..’sniff’…………hung…………….’sniff’…………her…..se……l….f (she burst out crying at the end of her sentence.)

Boy: WHAT?

The boy exploded with rage, not the blinding rage of anger, but the sad rage of lost love. The boy carried a rose in one hand as he approached the tree at a run.

Boy: why, god? WHY? I loved her so much…..

The tree was studded with a symbol as he approached her closer, it was of a single heart, formed of a sort of knife stuck in a branch, the boy wept and carved in an heart in the shaped of an E and a backwards C conjoining at the end to form the shape of figure.

He had went back into her house and thanked her mother. He had found a gun in the garage. He took a pen and wrote, in pen, a letter talking of the lost love that never was.

Boy: (here it goes…)

the boy took the rose and attached the letter to it and placed it near the tree as he wept in grief. The boy pulled the trigger to his heart and had perished from his terrestrial body.

The boy laid there, writhing in pain and lost memories as his spirit floated higher into the clouds and fell into a shining light. As he sputtered blood, his spirit spotted the girl, staring at him kindly.

Friend 7: welcome. Take my hand……

the boy had felt a temptation to take her hand as his spirit moved ever closer. The lord himself smiled kindly above his face as a cloud embedded with holy cross had smiled friendly towards his spiritual body. He smiled as he slowly lost consciousness and his terrestrial body left the earth.

“we found a boy this morning with a gun laying to the side of him, and the boy seemed to have shot himself in the chest. He left a letter with a fresh rose on top of it and seemed to have been staring at a mysterious heart made of an E and a backwards C. the boy has left to be identified.”

Friend: Whoah? Is that him?

It was the boy.

Boy: i’m not sure if i can do this

Friend: just do this man

Boy: you sure? i’m really nervous

Friend: too late! just do it

Boy: ok, here i go

a little later….

“and the 1st place national class championship trophy goes to….. THE WEST GENESEE WILDCATS!”

everyone screamed, cried, and hugged each other as the drum majors proudly carried their trophy out to their band.

the girl hugged the boy and he blushed a little as he held her.

Boy: hey

Friend 7 (her): hey, what?

Boy: i was wondering if you would like to…..

Friend 7: i would love to

Boy: really? great! when do you…

Friend 7: tonight. see you there ;)

Boy: right, see you there!

the boy later boarded the bus with his friend as they made back for camillus

Friend: so….. what did she say

Boy: yes, tonight

Friend: alright man, good job!

Boy: i know 

friend: okay man, don’t screw up

Boy: encouraging

Friend: ha ha, i know

the boy arrived at Tullys’………………..

Friend: hey ;)

Boy: hey

Friend 7: saved you a spot

Boy: sweet

Friend 2: hey, why are you sitting next to her?

Boy: you know why

Friend 2: no, i told you not to

Boy: i know, but i did

Friend 7: just get over it

Friend 2: excuse me, i have something to do in the bathroom

Boy: he’ll get over it, right?

the boy spent all night laughing and fooling around as they waited to be served. friend 2 had ran because of embarrassment. 

back at the boy’s house….

Boy: ah, it feels good to be me. let’s see who’s online….. ooh, yeah, _____

Friend 3: hey dude

Boy: hey man. what’s happening

Friend 3: i had a great time with you guys last night, but was something happening between you and Her?

Boy: yeah, she’s my gf now.

Friend 3: what? WHAT!

Boy: yeah, i asked her last night right after the comp. 

Friend 3: not cool man

Boy: OK, what’s up?

Friend 3: you know what’s up. i liked her a lot man, and then you just…….. steal her

Boy: what? i didn’t steal her. I’ve liked her at least as long as you have.

Friend 3: no man. that’s just too far. break up with her or we’re through.

Boy: i can’t man. come on, don’t be hating

Friend 3: i’m not hating, i’m through……….. with you

Boy: what? oh, come on!

friend 3 had logged off, and doesn’t talk to him until about late december.

Friend 3: oh it’s you

Boy: what’s wrong with you man? just let me have my own GF’s. 

Friend 3: i can’t. i liked her too much

Boy: well she is very charming

Friend: what’s your problem man? let’s go, right now!

Boy: what? I’ve known you forever, i don’t want to fight.

Friend 3: too late.

friend 3 had knocked one of his brackets off and he just sat there, bleeding on the floor as he watched his friends foot near his Face.

Boy: please ‘cough’ i don’t ‘cough’ want to fight ‘cough’ you. AAh!

the boy now had a bloody nose and a malformed face, and his mouth was a eerie fountain of blood as he went to plug the flow of this evil liquid. 

Friend 3: get your ass up.

Boy: please, no more!

Friend 3: i should leave you for dead

Boy: have you gone insane! look at me. what happened to those fudge bars, what happened to them.

Friend 3: repeat that stupid question again.

Boy: EH what happened EH to Austin powers ‘cough’ AAH and the sleepovers EH

Friend 3: what have i done?

friend 3 had fled, leaving the boy bleeding in a corner

the boy had managed to struggle through the boys locker room and to the stairs before he ran out of breath. 

Friend 7: oh my fucking god!

Boy: who……….EH

Friend 7: look into my eyes! god damn it, just look!

Boy: where……. am….eh…….i………

Friend 7: what the hell happened.

Boy: him……..eh………..he happened…………he got EH mad and he beat my face in

Friend 7: who is he

Boy: he’s _______ EH

Friend7 : god damn it. don’t leave me now. don’t leave me! everything will be okay.

Boy: is that you, god? is that ‘cough’ your white EH light? is that your swan like grace and ‘cough’ your brute like EH arms carrying me to the light?

Friend 7: stay with me! please………….please……

Boy: leave. i……….EH………..love……….’cough’ AAH………….you EEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHH

Friend 7:don’t leave me!

the boy had died in her arms, and she was bathed in her own tears and his own blood as she cried to the world.

the boy had found total piece at last as he awaited god on the stairway to heaven.

Friend 7: where is he?

Friend 7: where the FUCK IS HE!

friend 3 had fled somewhere in the e wing

Friend 7: where are you?

friend 3: (casually) oh, you mean me?

Friend 7: don’t act calm with me.  he just died in my arms because of you!

Friend 3: i didn’t mean for this to happen, i didn’t

Friend 7: what did you do?

Friend 3: i got mad at him and kicked his ass, and it turns out that i accidentally killed him.

Friend 7: what? i can’t believe he’s gone……. (silently weeping, until she bursts out crying.)

Friend 3: what have i fucking done? what is wrong with me.

later, at his house……..

friend 3: what is wrong with me? why am i like this?

he had travelled to the tallest building in town

friend 3: this is the only way…………  here i go

Friend 7: what the hell are you doing?

Friend 3: i just killed someone. i’m going to jump.

Friend 7: NO!

Friend 3: why not? i killed him

Friend 7: it was accidental. just get down.

Friend 3: okay

the friend came near her as she held him in her arms, telling him that he’s okay. and so they lived on until death.

I’m completely over exaggerating about this whole thing. the truth is that probably most of this wouldn’t have happened.

damn it, just because of one night my whole life has changed. i just found out that my friend Tim has been keeping a secret from me forever, and i feel like i want to kick his ass. but also one of my close friends has been an fwb to someone, and i also confessed something i shouldn’t have.

honestly, you’re not a whore, and the fact that you and paul are fwb’s is strange. i say that you guys should start going out and not just do….. whatever you’re doing. and i want to know one thing:

would you have actually said yes at dome?

oh,

and did tim keep any other secrets from me?

be entirely honest with me. i’m a man, i can take it. anyways, the “boy” in the story technically could have stood for anyone. in the past, it could have stood for me and Tim. in the present it could have stood for me (i guess) or Paul, and if you don’t screw up, it could stand for Paul.

Dear christi

I know that you’re having a really hard time right now in school with everyone, and i know that your life is stressful right now.I honestly don’t care that you and paul are fwb’s and definitely don’t think that you’re a whore because of it. I just want to know a few things:

1. would you have actually said yes at the dome?
2. why are you and paul fwb’s?
3. why do you think you’re a whore?
4. why, no matter how many times i quit, do i somehow fall for your charm?

honestly, no matter what christi, i know that i never want to stop being friends with you. i think you’re absolutely beautiful and nice and smart and everything and i can’t help falling for you every time. i cried last night just thinking about all the times that we had as i listened to  your guardian angel. you’re definitely not a whore, and, just like in that fiction story, would have definitely died for you and would have cared if you were gone. i really wouldn’t like to ever lose you, and i want you to know that.

Later that night…

Boy: what is wrong with me? is it something i said? or is it just her? oh, i just screwed myself. 

Mom: Dinner time!

Boy: i’m not hungry mom. (damn it, i still like her……)

The Boy had walked down her boulevard late the next night to see if she was okay. The weather that day was extremely dark, and a solar eclipse was nearing the corner as a heavy thunderstorm was overhead and was soaking his entire body.

Boy: (soaking wet) (knock knock) Mrs. ? is she here?

Mother: i’ve been looking for her, but i can’t seem to find her ‘cough’ ‘cough’

Boy: you should rest Mrs. Braun

Friend 7: AAAH!

Boy: WHAT!

The boy searched for her all over, and heard her crying near a forest somewhere.

Friend 7: (she carved the word hope into her arm as she cried) Would anyone care if i died? AAAH NO! AAH! ‘grimace’ DAMN IT! AAH!

Boy: !….. Where are you! DAMN IT!

Friend 7: stay away, no one wants AAH! me ‘grimace’ AAH!

Boy: That’s not true! (i want you….)

The boy and the girl stood in the pouring rain, as a thunderbolt struck a tree a few yards away and she was finishing the E in her arm.

Friend 7: Just AAH! stay away AAH ‘grimace’ From me AAH!

Boy: i can’t. (tone softens) i…………… love you

Friend 7: I…………….L………….o……….v

The boy and girl sit as the eclipse happens and blinds the situation to complete darkness. The boy and girl are soaking wet and blood runs down her arm.

Friend 7: i………..lo…….v……..e you……….too EH. i……… was af……..ra……..i……d AAH! please…………never……..let……..me……..go EEEEHHH. (the girl suddenly goes weak)

Boy: What?

The Girl had died his arms. The words hope glowed out as a lightning bolt blinds the night with light as the sky suddenly turns black again.

Boy: hope ‘sniff’ how….’sniff’  ironic ‘sniff’ (the boy bursts out crying and shouts to the world)

The boy cries at the bloody red moon, the only light in the sky other than the lightning as he holds her bloody wet body close to his chest and falls to his knees, letting his tears flow through his face until he became dry and let the rain soak through his skin.

the boy found himself dying with her knife stuck in his chest as he screamed. He found half of himself in a white room, with an odd feeling of peace and breathlessness, and the girl appeared before him, waving to him to move towards a white light, within it a small wooden cross. The lord had called out to him as his spiritual side walked towards the light. at the same time he sputtered blood as he found peace at last. The boy had perished and found him with the girl as he had found his heaven and the light had consumed his original terrestrial form, engulfing his body into the light and leading him to peace and happiness.

The boy came the next day in the pouring rain to see if she was okay.

Boy: where is she

Mother: she’s crying in the back of the forest. i’m really scared

Boy: (what am i going to do?

Friend 7(her): AAAAAHHHHH!

Boy: what?

the boy went in the back to go and find her

Friend 7: (she carved the words hope into her arm as she cried) would anyone care if i AAH died? ‘grimace’ DAMN IT AAAH!!!

Boy: ! where are you! god damn it!

Friend 7: stay away, no one wants me AAH ‘grimace’

Boy: that’s not true, i really want you 

friend 7: just stay AAH away from AHH ‘grimace’ me AAAH please

Boy: i can’t stay away, i……….. (tone lessens) love you

Friend 7: (stops) (gets up slowly, then quickly falls in his arms) wh…what?

Boy: i would definitely notice if you were dead. i ….lov..e you

Friend 7: i…………. lo……..v

the girl is soaking wet, and the boy is blood soaked. 

Friend 7: i l..o..ve you EH too. i…. was…..afr…..aid AAH. please…….never let….me……….go EH

the girl dies in his arms, and he cries all night, holding her soaking wet bloody body close to his chest and cries out to the world

Boy: hope ‘sniff’ how ‘sniff’ ironic (boy breaks out in tears)

that boy later had stayed and helped her mom clean up and told her of her daughter. the boy is found in a ditch with a letter of sorrow and a knife in his chest as god calls out to him. the girl meets him and smiles at him in heaven, as a white light consumes him and shows him to peace and happiness.