I know everyone hates and the song but I never listened to the radio so I've never heard it even half way through. I love the story though and how you placed the lyrics into the story. Is that really what the song is about (someone being dead)? Anyway ya its a good story so good job I love it. Struggled not to cry and I think I did a good job this time because not a single tear. I'm proud of myself, your stories get me sobbing so thats an accomplishment.

Don't look at me... I'm not crying...
*Sobs*
Totally crying! I feel your pain Hiro!

Actually, this was good, in that profound kind of way. I truly appreciate well written ideas like this. ;)

I'm holding back tears trying not to cry now! I can relate so badly! When my best friend Rosey died, and when my Aunt Rosey died, though my aunt died when I was nine, and my friend I was eight, I could only hold onto things they'd left behind, drawings, gifts, anything to keep them with me, but, I'll never hear their voices ever again, except, maybe, in very distant dreams, where I can hardly make it out, yet know that it's there, my friend never had her own phone, and my aunt's husband and son still own her house and changed the voice mail. I'd do almost anything to hear their voices again, to laugh with a girl who both killed herself, and was killed by her parents at the same time, literally, I'd been video chatting with her when I should of been in bed, and her mom gave her some pills for a headache she had, and she took them, accidentally overdosed, her mom said that she should of been watching when her daughter got them, the liar! I locked myself in my room for I can't even remember how long, but I screamed, I screamed and screamed about how her mother was a liar, and how I'd wanted kill her, frontally for both of us she died in a car crash three weeks later, and it made me feel as if justice had been severed, and since both my parents worked for the government, I couldn't of killed her mom anyway, plus she lived too far away, a whole three states, but I screamed til I was horse for a week. I miss them so much, I wish I could just dial a number and hear their voices, but I can't and it hurts so bad. reading this reopened a deep. deep wound, one I'd tried to ignore, and forget, but, I have to thank you for writing this, if I hadn't read it, that wound, that wound that desperately needed to be opened might never of been opened up, so, even though now I am crying, thank you, thank you ever so much for writing this, it was something I needed to read.

~ Sincerely Samantha Peace HeartStar

This is amazing and made me want to cry. Great job!

So deep...