R.I.P

"What do you do when your best friend goes one day? Somebody takes their life away...
And of all the evil souls that do survive, how could this world take such a beautiful life?"

It was taken for granted that I'd see your face again, and your smile that lit everyone up. I remember that smile the best. It was one you were always passing on to other people just because you could.
It was your father's smile... but he doesn't wear it now. His eyes are hollow, as he is the ghost of the man he was when you were here.
A part of the world seems to have fallen away as you fell away from us. All of the peace, safety, and reassurance that life once had, has shattered.
Perhaps you have finally taught me to live life as if everyday was my last day. But the price to learn such a lesson is far too high.
Missing you feels unreal because of the wall that is your loss. It says that you are dead. Just that bluntly.
Whenever I see it I want to turn away, but now I am forced to face it and see it as truth. But how the hell do I get over it?
Not just me... how do I pull your father over it? Your mother and sister, who do their best to stay strong but dissolve into tears when someone hugs them. Your brother, who has known you all your life. Your friends who tried to save you... but watched you fade away.
Your life was a blessing in ours. We will always remember that and carry it with us.
Now I pray you rest in peace and that you will forever watch over your family and friends, and be in their dreams.
We love you.

Pulse

The tears drip from my eyes like springs of water breaking through fresh soil. I resist the urge to break into a run. I hear my name being called from down the hallway. I won't turn.
He catches up with me and says, "Didn't you hear me calling you? ... Are you crying?"
I just can't answer.
Hope comes in all shapes and sizes, and presently it stands before me in the form of double doors. I push through them and into the fresh air that sends my mind reeling.
"Hey wait!"
A warm hand closes around my wrist, stopping me dead in my tracks. Despite the fact I know who it is, I turn. The heat seeps into my veins, like life itself.
I am suddenly aware that, although the distance between us is quite lengthy, his fingers are touching my pulse, making him feel closer. It is baffling to find that someone can be far away, but still find a way to feel the beats of your heart.