God. if you ever left me.

I can see it, I really can.
I get a call from the office, right? During school. I go to the office and my mom is ther, looking sad. I wonder whats happening and she looks at me. A teacher blocks the veiw of two chairs and she steps aside. His parents are in the chairs, the mother has tears trickling down her cheeks and the father is sitting there, stone cold with a peice of paper in his hand. I know exactly what's happened. His dad hands me the paper and I take it, tears brimming. They block my vision so i squezze them shut to clear them. I read the note and it has the words "I'm sorry. Don't follow." on it. I cry.

My mom takes me home and I cry in the car. I sit in the front seat and try to hold back the whimpers and wails that try and escape my lips. I bring my knees up to my chest and burry my face, letting the tears flow and opening my mouth, trying to scream.  We get home and I walk upstairs, seeing him follow me from behind. I dont know how, but I can just see it. I walk into my room and lie down on my bed and cry and moan and wail and whine and I just stay there. Mom walks in a little while later asking how I'm doing and I dont reply. She asks if I want dinner and I contintue to cry.  She leaves, sighing.

I'm alone for the rest of the night and I listen to some music. None that he liked, just some that reminds me of him. I think about everything and decide to text his girlfriend "Roberto loves you.".
That's all he wanted me to say.
That's all he will say.
Through me.

I decide to walk out into the kitchen and I see my black cat. I can see him on the ground playing with my cat. I start to cry again.  I  rest my forearms on the counter and cry, looking into my mothers bedroom to see her lying there, just looking at me, not knowing what to do. I sniff and walk over to the fridge and end up closing it, theres nothing to eat. I want an Oreo, but I wont have it. So I go back to my room and just lie there, my mind clear. I'm not sure if I'm sleeping or not, but I slip into a state where nothing is happening.

Roberto, I love you very much.