Vedant
“What’s wrong?” Chiara’s worry is potent, and I feel immediately bad for causing her any additional harm while she’s recovering.
“I, um…” I struggle to find the words. Are there even words to describe this? “I have to go.”
I know I’m being abrupt, but I can’t have her see me like this. It’s too embarrassing. The thought of her being a witness to my devastation over an internet friend is too humiliating to even consider.
So I turn my back on her before she can see more.
I don’t wait to hear her try to stop me again. I just leave before she can be even more concerned about me.
The words echo through me as I leave the hospital. I find it hard to look at anyone, so I stare at the floor as something inside of me cracks.
She’s dead.
Nelson howls inside of me, mourning what coul
