We met back in sophomore year in Spanish.
Considering that we both hated taking Spanish and were the new kids, we instantly clicked.
You always made me laugh.
I knew you had depression but… it was weird. We had fun together.
I never really made sense out of that.
You dropped me off at home that night, a little past midnight.
I should have asked you if something was wrong.
That night, we went to a carnival. Then we went to see a movie.
The next night I lied in bed wide awake and I kept wondering… if there was something… at the carnival, or in the movie, or some reason.
Something I missed.
I just keep trying to look for answers.
You had survived so much.
Why that night?