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I stared at her desk disbelievingly. I couldn't believe it. She wasn't here anymore. I furiously shook my head. She couldn't be gone, she couldn't be. The rumors weren't true, they couldn't be. Gabriella wasn't like that; she was sweet-as-pie Gabi. She would never do such a horrible thing!

I had known her forever. We had been best friends throughout all the years. Every single day, we hung out. Why would she do this? I banged my head my desk, and sighed.

Why did she? Why did she have to do it? I didn't understand it; she always was smiling, she always acted happy, and she seemed to love life. But beyond the coolly textured look she had, was she actually dying inside? Did she hate her life so much that she just had to take herself away from the world; away from me?

I groaned as I saw more people stare at me; they were whispering, talking, commiserating, and pitying me. They all knew how close Gabriella and I were, they knew that I loved her. Evidently, everyone knew but her.

I bit my lip, and tried to ignore them. I didn't need the pity. What I needed was my best friend back, but I knew that I wouldn't get her back. I wouldn't see her ever again. Never.

I was dying, little by little, and I knew it. My best friend had been ripped from my clutches. All I wanted to do was lock my door and sob, but I couldn't. For one, I was a man, and my dad had told me that men didn't cry. Secondly, I was in school. I definitely didn't want to cry where everyone could see me, even if I did cry at all.

So many thoughts were running through my head that I didn't hear the bell ring. I nearly even missed my bus to take me home.

She was only seventeen, why'd she have to do it? She was possibly the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had it all; the perfect life, the perfect family, and to her, the perfect best friend. But yet, she just had to do the one thing that would end up breaking me, and everyone else.

I knew what today was. With each step I took out of the school, I knew that I would have to face reality; I was now best friendless and I would have to result to hanging out with different people. Gabriella and I had promised that we wouldn't do that. We promised we'd be close to each other

forever, and no matter what happened, we would let no one come between us. I fully intended to keep that promise, even if it meant that I'd have to be alone for the rest of my life.

I'd do anything for her, and I knew that if she was still alive, she'd do the same for me.

I dragged myself home, grabbed an apple, and ran up to my room, where I could sob in peace for the next two hours. I bit my lip, looking around at all of the pictures of us. Her beautiful long brown hair fell down her back, as her brown eyes stared into the camera, and of course, I was grinning away. But yet today, I was not grinning, and I knew that I wouldn't be for a long time.

"Look at what you've done to me, Brie. Why'd you have to do that?" I yelled at my ceiling, before letting the tears that I had held in all day fall freely down my cheeks, as they hit the pillow beneath my head. I bit my lip again, and heard my mom call my name. 'You can ignore her, you can, just ignore her.'

But I knew I couldn't; I knew that my mom just wanted to help me, just like everyone else did. I knew that I couldn't take out everything that I was feeling on them. I quickly wiped my tears away, and forced myself to open my door, as I looked in my mom's eyes.

"Troy, sweetie," She said sympathetically, pulling me into a hug against her. "I'm so sorry, baby boy."

I shook my head furiously, ripping myself away from her grip, and bit my lip trying to contain myself. "I-I-I've got to…I've got to go get–get ready," I stammered, before I shut my door on her.

I knew that every time I did this to her, it hurt her. Yet I couldn't help it. I wasn't ready to talk about it; I couldn't even begin to accept what had happened to her, my best friend, the love of my life. (my past life?)

I remembered. I remembered when all Gabriella and I cared about was making sure that our sand didn't leave the sandbox, and our little first grade secrets staying unknown. I remembered everything. I remembered how her head felt against my chest, how she clung onto me each time a stupid jerk would break her heart. How her eyes would glitter when she laugh, and when she smiled, I remembered how her dimples would make their showcase to the world.

But most of all I remembered about her was how her voice sounded. I could still hear her whispering how much she loved me in my ear. I remembered how much it hurt because I knew she loved me in a different way then I loved her.

I suddenly threw our picture against the wall. I couldn't stand this any longer. I groaned, and screamed, letting all of the tears fall, as I slowly threw everything that reminded me of her, against the wall. I watched them break into pieces, before I sunk down to my knees, and I pounded my hands on the ground. The tears were cascading down my face so fast, that I had no time to stop them.

I looked up at my ceiling and rolled my eyes angrily.

"Why God? Why did you pick my fucking Gabriella to do that to herself?!" I screamed, before I started to pick up the shattered pieces of broken glass.

The shattered pieces of my heart were broken too, but I knew that nothing would be able to fix them now.

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