I was now back at home. It had officially been three days since I saw the lifeless eyes of Samuel, the love of my life. My heart kept bleeding and no matter how hard I tried to get it to stop, it didn’t.The more I tried to forget or feel better, the worse I felt. Life looked meaningless, and everything seemed so random. What was the purpose of life? Why was I even walking around on this planet if I was going to eventually die?We have such brief times living before we die, and why we live, we have no idea what purpose we were given when we were brought into this world. “You need to eat, honey,” My dad begged me. He was sitting by my side on the unmade bed. He had really been there for me for the past few days. Sterling had also tried to be a rock for me but I either ended up snapping at him or throwing something at him in anger or pain. When I saw him, it was like I was seeing Samuel. He literally was an identical twin to his brother. And he reminded me of the fact that it all may

After spending an hour talking to Samuel as if he was alive, I decided that it was time to leave. Believe it or not, after the time I had spent with him even though he was dead and I was mostly crying, I actually felt better and lighter. I turned away from the casket and walked towards Bob. “I’m ready to go,” I told him, and he nodded. His eyes were red and it appeared like he had been crying. “Okay, okay, good.” He walked past me and closed the casket. When he walked back to me so we could get out of the room, he said, “You know, I thought it would have been easy for me by now, considering that I see people do this every single day. But each time hits just as hard.” He chuckled lightly. I could not help but smile. We walked out and back to the first hallway. “I guess it’s time to part ways, huh?” He shrugged lightly. “I guess,” he replied softly. But he stopped me before I could leave. “Um…would it be okay if I come to the funeral tomorrow? Just to be there for you.” He smiled ne

My eyes were heavy but I was awake, it was clear that I was. After a few seconds, I was finally able to open them. My heartbeat was normal but my head felt like I was riding a roller coaster or being tossed back and forth by a tornado. I was wrapped in the gray duvet on the soft bed and my throat was so dry that it hurt a bit to swallow. My phone was on the floor and it pinged with message after message; even though it was not too close for me to see the screen, I knew that those alerts were from either my dad or Sterling. Or maybe both. The lights beaming from the window kept screaming the fact that it was morning. I had to get the hell out of wherever I was. As I moved my body and adjusted myself to get into a sitting position, I felt a weird sensation in my head. It felt like my brain was swelling beyond the capacity of my skull, and dehydration was too obvious to ignore. I ran my hand through my hair and looked to my left. Then I saw a man. His back was turned to me. For a se

“What?” I was taken aback. I pulled him further away from the small crowd of people. My dad kept glancing our way, probably wondering what we were doing because we were literally missing the small ceremony. “You’re joking, right?” We were now standing behind a tall tree. Sterling ran his hand through my hair and his lips trembled a bit before he released a deep exhale. “I’m sorry that I lied to you. I’m so sorry, Heather.” He tried to touch me but I flinched away. I chuckled without humor. “So…what are you trying to say? Did you kill Samuel?” “No!” He was quick to defend himself. “Gosh, no!” “Then what are you trying to say? Did you see who shot him? What were you doing there? Why did you not help him or call the police sooner? I have so many questions. Gosh, Sterling.” I kept my eyes locked on his. I needed answers because my mind was spinning. “Listen, okay? Please just stay calm and listen. I will tell you everything but you have to promise that you would not hate me.” I sco

I walked into the bedroom with a bowl of soup in my hand. I closed the door once I was in and approached the bed that Sterling was lying on. “What were you thinking?” I asked him as I stared at the icepack that he had on the right side of his face. “I wanted to be hit.” He shrugged as if that was an answer that made sense. I scoffed lightly and then grabbed a small table. I got it closer to the bed and placed the bowl of soup on it. I then sat next to him on the bed. “And why would you want that? It doesn’t make any sense.”He adjusted himself on the bed and chuckled lightly. “You won’t understand.” He kept the icepack to his face. I could see that he was in some pain; he was wincing almost every time that he adjusted the ice pack. “Try me.” i was not going to give up that easily. “I definitely need an explanation for your behavior, because what the heck? You were disrespecting me and literally baiting my dad into hitting you.” He let out a sigh and blinked rapidly for a few secon