the morning after you killed yourself, the sun will rise and creep through your blinds. its rays will be in search for you, waiting to tickle you awake, but they will find your bed empty, with unmade sheets, crumpled to a pile in a hurry. the overflowing ashtray will rest abandoned on your windowsill, the wind gently licking at its contents. there will be scratches at your bedroom door, your dog whining quietly, hungrily, because his food bowl will be empty. he'll lay down in front of it, like the protector he is, waiting for you to come back. when your mother finds out that you won't, her arm will drop to her side limply, phone still in hand. she'll want to cry, but will find her eyes swept dry instead. your father, who you've never seen shedding a tear in your entire life, will smash his coffee mug into the sink where it will burst to pieces, before his walls will crumble and he'll stand in front of it, without as much as a single word, head down in defeat. a single dear will drop to the floor, leaving a stain. your little sister will trot downstairs, wiping the sleep from the corners of her eyes, dragging the worn out stuffed animal she inherited from you long ago along the floor. she'll find her parents distraught and with a quiet voice, feeling that it'd be better to not know, she'll ask what happened. the bunny will drop to the floor and she'll collapse in your mothers arms, who doesn't hold enough space for her own grief, let alone your sister's. your best friend will be on the bus when he finds out. there will be children fooling around and agitated teenage girls excitedly exchanging news on the seats in front of him. he'll want to punch all of them in the face, yelling at them to shut up. how dare they be this happy when you just stopped breathing! he'll get off at the next stop and his body will slump onto the next best bench. he'll stare at the messages he sent last night in reaction to your calls he missed because he was soundly asleep as you died. they will be left unanswered forever. he will blame himself forever. the morning after you killed yourself, the earth will keep turning. but the world of those close to you, will shatter and never be the same ever again.
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