**a week later**
I stand there,staring at the sun going down. Tears streaming down my face. "How could he do that?!" I yell out to nobody. "He was so loved!" I remember seeing his boyfriend crying in the back room when he told us this morning. "All he and to do was talk to someone," I kick the ground. "He shouldn't have committed suicide. He shouldn't have," Tears keep falling. "It's not fair! I didn't even know he was depressed! Damn it,Kyle! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" I fell to my knees. "Damn it,damn it! Damn ittttttttt!" I stand up and wipe the tears with my mittens. I search my jacket pocket for my keys and pull them out. I walk to my car and get in. I drive to Ashton's house and ring the doorbell. "Hello?" Lauren asks. "Hi,is Ash home?" I sniff. She smiles. "Yeah,lemme get him." I wait a minute and Ashton shows up. I hug him tight and don't let go. "Whoa,what's up?" I don't reply. Just hold on as if I'd die if I let go. "I need wine." I whisper to him. "Don't you have some at your apartment?" He whispers back. "I wanted you to be with me." "I'm here now." "Well,I am at your house." We giggle.
The taste of wine calms me. I sit there,on the couch,with Ashton beside me. Sydney is at her parents house,so it's just us. I put my wine glass down on the coffee table. "Ashton?" "Yeah?" "Kyle committed suicide." "Oh." Then silence fills the air as I put my head on his shoulder. "His boyfriend was gonna propose today,too." "That's terrible." I sigh.
A/n: I'm soooo sorry.