Hes Gone
I remember that day. The day I got ̈The phone call"that you were gone.
Ḧello?̈
Hey. I- I need you to really listen to me for a moment.
Uh- What are you talking about? Whats going on?
H- He tried to commit... His parents wanted me to tell you. They wanted me to tell you because they couldnt bare
They said they couldnt bare telling you. There at the hospital
and the doctors are doing everything they can but they dont
know if they can save him... I am so sorry
WHAT?! No. No. Your lying. It cant be true. Please tell me your lying!
Im sorry... Im not lying. Look I have to go, but I promise its ok-
DONT YOU DARE TELL ME ITS GOING TO BE OK!!
IT IS NEVER GONNA BE OK!|
*Hangs Up*
He cant be gone- He just cant be
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