She was in the grade above me. I never really clicked with her, even back when we played four square. I was the odd man out, cause I was the baby. Nic took me under her wing and protected me. But, she was your best friend first.

We got over that pretty fast. Especially since my older sister was on the Jr High Dance Team. I knew the ins and out of every building, I could sneak into most parts of the school.

We went to the same college, many miles away and got coffee often.

We fell apart after my surgery. No fault of yours, we just happened to be in different places.

I found different people, and created entirely new dreams.

I was able reconnect with friends and find a common place with some. 

Our paths did not ever reconnect.

You shot yourself.


I was never your closest friend, I was 
always in the background of your life. But I loved you none the less.


How do I help Nicole? How do I face all of those that you introduced me to?

I’m tired. And too awake.

Your mom found you. I don’t know how to help with that.