I laid on our bed with my tears staining the pillow underneath me, my sobs filling the darkened air with so much sorrow and pain. A cry so full of questions. Why? Why did you have to leave me? The bed still smelt like him. His scent was like a comfort in such a bleak time. All the help in the world couldn't save him.

We tried everything. I loved him with all of my heart. But it wasn't enough. It was never going to be. He was sucked into a dark cloud that he would never escape. I had so much of him but yet, I really had none. I just wanted answers. Why? Why did he do it? Was there a way I could have saved him? I was blind. And now he's gone. Forever. I just wish I could go back. Talk more about it. Really listen. Not let him down.

Our life was a whirlwind. Love. Friendship. Lust. Everything. I never regretted meeting him, no matter how hard things got. I wanted so badly to show him just how loved he was. But I don't think any amount of words could have proven it. He was so sick. So unhappy.

I looked to the mirror above our dresser and looking back at me, was him. His smile beaming through the glass, something I hadn't seen in so long. I slowly walked over to it and placed my hand gently over his, wishing more than anything that I could pull him through it and have him back again, instead of being haunted by his ghost.