*Author: Writing this almost made me cry, or maybe it was because I was already sad. Not sure which. Sorry it's so short."

"Justin..." Colin whispered, his lips parted. One last tendril of air being pushed out. His very last breath.
Justin stumbled back, his eyes locked on to his red-haired friend.
His bestie.
The ginger's face was pale, his chest still, unmoving. Not breathing.

"Please, please... PLEASE! You can't die! You can't... please..." the singer  whispered, his eyes red and voice hoarse as he shook his best friend.
"Justin..." the young man next to him whispered, "he's not going to wake up..."

It was like the ground had opened up beneath his feet.
A gaping black hole, ready to swallow him.
The last word Colin said bouncing around his mind like an echo.
Nothing else seemed to exist but him and the lifeless vessel that use to be his best friend.
Falling to his knees he couldn't think anything other than:
"Could I have stopped this?"