Tear flow steadily down her cheeks as she pulls his favorite hoodie out of her closet and pulls it over head. She grabs the knife off her desk and locks her door just incase someone gets up. Trying to hold back more tears she write him a letter even though he’s already gone. She remember the last thing she said to him and starts to sob. If only she could take it back. She would have done things so different but now it’s to late. She sits in the middle of her bed and just look down at the blade resting in front of her. I’ll see you soon she whispers as she drags the blade across her wrist once, twice, three times, then move to her upper around and carves the words I’ll love him til I die into it. She gets up crosses the room and turns “Whiskey Lullaby” on repeat then grabs his picture off her stand. She crawls back into bed and curls up into a ball with his picture in her hand and his hoodie the only thing keeping her warm. The last thing that crosses her mind before she drifts into unconsciousness is the last day they spend together and she wonders how could thinks start off so amazing and end so terribly