"Josh?" I whisper. 

Josh doesn't look up. I must have been too quiet.

I raise my voice, nervous. "Josh?"

He still doesn't look up. He doesn't even stop writing.

"Josh!" I yell. Nothing.

He can't hear me.

Why didn't Jenna tell me about this?

I spend the next forty-five minutes screaming and crying, begging for Josh to hear me, to notice me, to acknowledge me, to see me.

He doesn't.

I know I don't have a heart anymore, but it feels like it's breaking as the scene around me starts to dissolve, turning from Josh's bedroom into the dark pool I'd been in only an hour before.

I know that my body has been dead for a long time, but only now does my soul feel that way, too.

{the end}

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A/N: I'M SORRY