"God..." a muffled sob escapes me, "Why is it that all the good people in my life always get hurt? One already left my life... permanently... my mom. Now, my best friend, Kyrah, is fighting for her dear life in there. Please, don't take her away from me. Don't take her away from us. We love her so much and as much as she or all of us might have wronged you, knowingly and unknowingly, I beg you to forgive us. Forgive her. She doesn't deserve this. Please... I beg you," hot tears burn my cheeks again, even after I thought I had depleted them, "Mom always taught me to ask for help from you and here I am, after a very long time, but here I am... I asked you to give me someone who would understand me, someone who would take care of my brother and I and you gave me Kyrah, her parents and... Scott." I break down and my forehead touches the floor as a sharp pain crosses my heart and I pat my left part of my chest but the pain doesn't go away. My heart hurts terribly. "Please, I beg you. Tak

There, we explain everything we know and she introduces to us the officer that will be incharge of the investigation. "A few days ago we got a call from a man about an accident along the northern ocean road. An ambulance was sent right way... but only a lady was taken to the hospital. We'll try our best and look for your friend, okay?" the officer says. "Officer Monroe will help you out. I would suggest that you go visit the scene of the accident... I am truly sorry about what happened," Claire says and I thank her before leaving. ****At the scene of the tragic accident, we find other officers there. My eyes widen when I see the damaged guard rail and down below, the truck that my two friends were in. There's a yellow line on the guard rail that says 'Do not cross' but I so badly want to rush down there although it's too steep and dangerous. An officer suggests that they need a chopper to drop down two or three officers of his rescue team, since no one is able to get to the car b

"Stay away from me, Wren. I'm a very bad person. I don't even deserve the friendship you all offer to me. I have failed you all... it's just that... I– I have never gotten the guts to tell you about it." He swallows dryly, his eyes still teary. "No one has ever found out–"I cut him off. "Found out what exactly? What are you talking about?" I ask him, trying to jog my memory to see if there's something I can remember that he did wrong."When I got a message about what happened, I felt guilty. I felt sad, I felt like a stupid bastard, a backstabbing moron, a loser, a fucking asshole! So I left home and went to the bar, I just left there right now," he says, his figure unsteady from his drunkenness."Tyler, please whatever it is, can't it wait until Kyrah gets better? She's still in shock after that accident and–" he cuts Wren off."No, it can't wait. If I don't say it today, maybe I never will. So just... let me... say what I came here to say. Let me... come out clean and since you, W

As I stare at the door, I sigh again. Now I know. I fell in love with him before he even unpacked his bags. With just one look, one smile, one 'What you doing later? Wanna grab a drink?' was all it took for me to start falling for him without even realizing. Now letting go of the memories we shared is the hardest part. Blue eyes and blue skies were just the perfect way to fall in love, but as summer is coming to an end, my heart is broken. Goodbye summer and hello to my broken heart. I slowly push the door open and the familiar scent fills my nostrils and I exhale slowly. One foot after the other I walk inside and close the door behind me. No one has been here, Roxy told me no one, not even Sylvester Stone himself came back. Everything is still in place. I find my way up the stairs as I look at a framed photo of Scott. It's hanged on the wall. He looks so handsome. It's a photo of him as a senior in high school. He has a buzz cut. He told me his dad likes him with a buzz cut. I rem

Roxy's POVKyrah has really changed and she's becoming more distant everyday. We haven't been having those girl to girl talks because she hasn't been talking much. One moment she's happy the next, she's sad and sleeping on the couch doing nothing. She keeps replaying the same song over and over again. She won't listen to anyone when she has her headphones on. Right now as I am heading to the parking lot where my car is, I spot Tyler a few meters away and I choose to ignore him. He looks abit... off? His hair is unruly and his clothes are creased. What happened to him? As I walk straight to my car, praying that he doesn't see me, he does and begins walking my way. "Roxy," he calls out and I stay quiet as I open the door to my car. "Roxy, please talk to me," he says as he stops behind me and I shut the door and turn around to look at him. His eyes are red and droopy and he's got dark circles around them. "When's the last time you slept, Ty? You look like a zombie." I cringe and he