A boy laid on the floor. He was crying. He cried because he missed his best friend. She was important to him, he cared so much for her, he trusted her with secrets. But she left him, for her boyfriend.
He asked himself why. He cried every time something reminded him of her. She was a major impact on his life. He missed her so much.

The boy got up from the floor and went to get something.....a gun.

He put a single bullet into the gun and cocked it.
He aimed for his head.

*BANG*

The boy no longer cried but he bled. He kept bleeding and it won't stop.

His last words were,
"I miss her so much."

END