I stood star-gazing with a boy I didn't really even like, the night that you killed yourself. Nothing titanic shifted in the world, no giant hole opened in my chest to tell me anything had happened. The night began and ended quietly normal, nothing remarkable about it except for the disappointment that the clouds blocked the stars.
I didn't know you were gone until school, until the overhead announcement crackled for a moment of silence for a student who passed away
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