I’m the one who found Danielle. I heard the gunshot and I knew. I immediately knew. I’d been sitting around, wondering why she kissed me in front of everyone, but then I knew. It wasn’t an I-love-you kiss. It was a goodbye kiss. And now she’s gone. I didn’t scream when I saw her. Keith was right behind me when I ran up the stairs, and he held me back, keeping me from going into the bedroom. He wrapped his arms around me and kept me safe while I stared at her. Danielle. My Danielle. There are plenty of things to say about death and even more to say about suicide, but I have nothing to say. For once in my life, I’m silent. I have nothing. I understand why she did it. And I don’t blame her. But that doesn’t make me any less sad to lose the one good thing in my life. It doesn’t make me any less lonely.
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