What if he was like all the other boys?
Perhaps he wouldn’t be dea–
He can’t be gone. He’s just playing. Pretending.
Perhaps he’d have some posters up or something.
Perhaps he’d love sports?
Perhaps he’d have a football or basketball – or better yet, some trophies from either.
But he isn’t like all the other boys. Wasn’t. He never was.
He always went his own way.
You wish he didn’t.
Maybe he’s just confused. Maybe this is all a misunderstanding. Maybe he thinks he has to play dea–
Maybe he thinks it is a game? Maybe he doesn’t really want you to hurt so much?
Maybe if you were a better role model, this would never have happened. He would have made better friends (any friends), would have fallen in with the right sort.
Not with whoever did this.
He can’t be gone.
If he’s gone, you’ll never see him find a girlfriend.
Never see him get married.
Never seem him have kids.
Never see him live.
He won’t be your friend, anymore.
Some friend you were. So much you were supposde to do, and never did. So much fun you were supposed to have, and never will. So many moments you out to have cherished…
Now it’s a struggle just to keep a grasp on those memories you still have.
You were supposed to protect him.