The next day she came by. She looked a bit down, depressed. It bothered me, as I had never seen her this way. As she sat next to me I decided to break the silence.

"What's wrong?" I asked in a comforting tone.

"My mother... died... and..." she trailed off and broke down crying in my lap. I held her softly comforting her to my best ability.

"It'll be ok. I know it's hard but you'll get through. I'm here for you," I said. It hadn't helped... I felt worse. She cried in my arms for a good 20 mins as I tried my best to calm her. Finally through the tears she spoke.

"I have to go... I'm sorry, I just want you to know I love you," she said.

"I love you too," I replied almost about to cry myself. She walked with her head down. I wished the best for her.

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The next day (rather morning) I was woken by a call on the phone. I was rather aggrivated and worried. I knew it was important though. I answered to hear the principal sobbing.

"I hate to tell you, but... she killed herself..." he said. I locked and my eyes began to well.

"What? HOW?" I asked in a tone that was upset yet angry.

"Knife to the throat... in her dorm... found her just a half an hour ago... I'm so sorry to tell you..." I hung up the phone. I cried myself back to sleep.