I would have done anything to keep you darling.

I remember looking through the window on the top floor of the school; I was searching for you. And there you were, sitting in the grass outside of the kinsmen center, crying into your lap. It took everything I had not to run out there to you, pull you into my arms and tell you everything you desperately needed to hear.

Instead I walked over there, with T. The bell rang for class and I had to go, but she stayed there with you. Holding you, listening to you, doing everything I wished I could have for you. When I got back you were already gone. She said you had just left not long ago; said to say goodbye to me, but I only felt a stabbing pain of guilt. I should have stayed, I should have comforted you, but I left it to her and lost you.

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