I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.
Maybe it didn’t seem like a big deal to you Zach. But now, I hope you understand. My world was collapsing. I needed those notes. I needed any hope those notes might have offered. And you? You took that hope away. You decided I didn’t deserve to have it.
That’s why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible.
Fun drunks make a nice addition to any party. Not looking to fight. Not looking to score. Just looking to get drunk and laugh.
You can hear rumors. But you can’t know them.
Because when you’re posed, you know someone’s watching. You put on your very best smile. You let your sweetest personality shine.
I can’t. You can’t rewrite the past.
After all, how often do we get a second chance?
Normally when a person has a stellar image another person’s waiting in the wings to tear them apart. They’re waiting for that one fatal flaw to expose itself.
What you don’t understand, you can make mean anything.
A week went by and nothing. But eventually, as they always will, the rumors reached me. And everyone knows you can’t disprove a rumor.
I could picture life – school and everything else – continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.
When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass.
But sometimes there’s nothing left to do but move on.
Betrayal. It’s one of the worst feelings.
I left. When I should have stayed.
You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own.
My breathing begins to slow. The tension in my muscles starts to relax. Then, a click in the headphones. A slow breath of air. I open my eyes to bright moonlight. And Hannah, with warmth. Thank you.
Maybe you didn’t know what people thought of you because they themselves didn’t know what they thought of you. Maybe you didn’t give us enough to go on, Hannah.
Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.