“She texted she wouldn’t be able to make it to the party. I knew she’d been down lately, and I didn’t want her to miss our last night.” A sob escapes his lips. “I showed up at her house…” He swallows thickly. “I was too late… Fuck!” He roars. “I was too fucking late. She’s gone.” Tears slide down his face, and I pull him into my arms, holding him tight. “She’s gone,”
