Goodbye.
My tears dripped onto the paper. My hands clutched the letter so hard that I began to tear it.
Goodbye.
He was gone. He missed school and I didn't think anything of it. I didn't check on him. This is my fault.
Goodbye.
That word, that stupid word was the last thing I would ever hear from him. A stupid parting word that was meaningless at the time but now, seeing it written here, the meaning changed.
Goodbye.
It didn't mean later. It meant forever. It meant the end.
Goodbye.
I stood in his room, looking at the picture on his desk with tears rolling down my cheeks. It was taken when we were happy with each other, when we were both happy.
"I'm sorry," I choked out, reaching out to pick up the photo. "Goodbye."
A knock sounded behind me. I whirled around to face Conner, and the photo fell from my hands.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, standing in the doorway. Tears began to stream down his cheeks as he apologized over and over again, falling to his knees as he sobbed.
I wiped my cheeks and picked the picture up from the ground.
"I know it's not enough," Conner cried as I hugged the picture to my chest. "My words mean nothing to you. I know."
I sat down on Jason's bed and looked at the picture again, the tears starting up again as the smell of mint and honey drifted to my nose. I looked at Jason's smile.
My tears dripped onto the photo. My hands clutched the picture so hard I knew that I would have bruises on my fingertips the next day.
A sentence from Jason's letter surfaced in my mind: Please make your smiles true ones. Don't turn yours fake, like I had.484Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVH0qRuefIx
I looked at Jason's smile again.
Is this one fake?
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