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AE- Sorry? FOR NOT UPDATING OR POSTING ANYTHING FOR ALMOST A YEAR?!

Well I'm posting stuff now right?

AE- (glares) we will talk about this later

Sorry about that folks. Sorry about disappearing but I'm back. This is a T rated story because if loosely based around 13 Reasons Why which is a depressingly amazing show so go watch it

Special thanks to SwifiteForeverAndAlways and EpicKiya for helping me!

The suicide of Steve Rogers was (in the words of people who knew him best) a life cut too short. A promising career in football vanished. A chance at lifelong love destroyed. Natasha Romanoff was devastated when Steve's foster mother Melinda May called her crying saying that Steve had cut his wrists and bled out. The question was...why? That was all Natasha could think staring at Steve's former (emphasize on former) locker, adored with picutres of the blond, notes of goodbyes, some love letters (Natasha personally ripped those off). A pair of girls took a selfie in front of it and Natasha resisted the urge to slap them.
Instead, Natasha just rolled her eyes and walked passed them. Natasha's friend Sam Wilson walked up to her and asked" Hey you still doing ok?" Natasha gave him a glare. "Right," Sam muttered.
"My boyfriend slit his wrists so deep he practically cut open every vein, how do you think I'm doing?!" "Sorry...I shouldn't have asked that," Sam said quietly. "Please leave me alone Sam" Sam nodded. Natasha walked to class trying to ignore the painfully empty chair next to hers.

She could have winced from her heart breaking once again at the sight of it. It had only seemed just yesterday that bright blues were staring back at her with unspoken affection, clad with a smile that softened her. Natasha knew she wouldn't see it... ever. She also knew that she hadn't cherished those smiles and sweet words as much as she should have. She felt ungrateful and hurt. She wanted to beg mercy at the agony of the sight of an empty seat that once was occupied by Steve.
Natasha's thoughts circled around the thoughts of 'Why? Why, Steve? Why did you inflict pain on yourself? It shouldn't have been you.'