The boy I have had a crush on since fourth grade drove his car off a cliff on Wednesday night. He fell 250 feet. And blacked out. When they got him out of there, at four in the morning, he was carried by helicopter to our local hospital. He broke his neck. And his collarbone. And is currently in ICU. He's seventeen years old. There were no drugs and alcohol involved.
And I miss him so much. It's so weird because he's not dead, not yet, but there is a blank spot in class where he's supposed to be. And when the substitute calls role, and calls his name, I always want him to murmur here in that low voice of his and just end this charade. But it's real. And it's so fucking scary.
I hate losing people.
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