Days have passed and I am still here in my room wanting to be alone all the time because I will be feeling the same way for the rest of my life.
They took my best friend away from me seven years ago and now, even though I am still hurting from her death, I am mourning now at my boyfriend’s death and still, it is my fault.
“Iris,” I heard a knock from my door but still refused to answer them.
“You are still not eating any food from the day-,” she stopped what she wanted to say and I heard her take out a deep heavy sigh.
I am sitting behind the door she’s knocking at right now but she doesn't know that I can hear all of her worriedness unto me.
“Today is his final day,” she said and I sat properly and thought about him.
“If you want to see him, you need to eat and fix yourself properl
