He’s dead. The one person who could fill the void… is dead.
He was the one person who made him feel good about himself, who made him feel like not a freak, like he belonged. He pushed him into his circle of friends and told him how to be.
He didn’t mind, because… deep down, he wanted to be more. He just never thought he could or was. Then when asked…
“Don’t you think you could?”
It was like his whole past came crashing back down, flattening his mind, making him feel worthless. He felt guilty for that.
Now all he felt was hysterics.
For weeks, he could still see his face. Bright, smiling, full of life, like he was never meant to die so young. And now that he was… it was worse than a tragedy. It was… a travesty. A crime. A curse.
A nightmare. Every day, he walked around with a feeling deeper than he’d thought possible. So deep, he didn’t think it could end. He was afraid his chest would cave under the pressure.
“Oh, Tommy… I’m so sorry,” she said, leaning in closer, a witness to his despair.
He grimaced, nodding. “Yeah.”
She kissed him. “Yeah.”