It all happened so fast. Two weeks later Bobby was gone…gone from my life…seemingly forever…because that’s how you feel when you’re fifteen.
That lost, lonely feeling was back, causing more hurt than before.
I didn’t have Bobby there to know without me saying…why I had dark shadows under my eyes.
It’s hard to sleep when angry shouts and the sounds of broken glass are cutting through your dreams.
I had no Bobby to gently take my hand and softly give it a squeeze…silently telling me that he understood…and how much he cared…while the morning chatter of sleepy students was echoing around us in the halls.
There was no Bobby to sling a comforting arm of support around my shoulders…making me feel I could get through this. No Bobby to tell me…we would get through this…together.
Together was gone.