Josh's POV
The next day at school, I noticed that Justen wasn't there. But, to my luck, I didn't notice until the end of the day.
"It's just like my dream," I whispered under my breath.
"What are you talking about?" Nathan asked.
"I have to go," I said as the bell rang signifying that school had ended.
When I got into my truck, my phone started ringing.
"Hello?" I asked, answering the phone.
"Can you pick Michael up from school? I'm not feeling very well and can't leave the house right now," my mom said.
"Yeah, I can pick him up," I said.
"Thank you so much," my mom said before she hung up.
I hung up the phone on my end and drove to Michael's elementary school. Without a word, Michael got into the truck and I drove him home.
"Hey," I said as Michael got out of the truck. "Can you let mom know that I'm going to be home later?"
"Are you going to hang out with Justen?" Michael asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Okay," Michael said. "I'll see you later."
"See you later, little buddy," I said before Michael shut the door and walked inside the house.
I reversed out of the driveway and sped to my and Justen's special spot, praying that he was still alive.
When I got to the special spot, I saw Justen's bike.
"Please be alive, please, please, please," I silently begged.
I turned off my truck and got out. As soon as both of my feet were on the ground, I ran to the tree. That's when I saw it. Justen's backpack.
I shook my head.
"No," I said, not recognizing my own voice.
I looked up into the tree and saw Justen hanging off of one of the branches.
"No," I cried, feeling as if my heart had been torn from my chest. "Justen, no!"
By that time, I couldn't see anymore because my own tears had blinded me. I fell onto my knees and cried into my hands. The love of my life was gone. I spotted Justen's backpack and grabbed it. I held the bag to my chest and barely noticed when a plain white envelope slipped out.
I grabbed it and saw Justen's handwriting on the front. I opened the envelope and pulled out a letter and a keychain. I looked at the keychain and read the cursive letters that were embedded in it:
"๐๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ธ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ธ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ผ๐ช๐ ๐ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ?"
- Justen
I held the keychain close to my heart and grabbed the letter. I knew I wasn't ready, but I had to read it. If I didn't, it would eat me from the inside out. I opened the letter and saw Justen's handwriting once again. It read:
๐๐ฐ๐ด๐ฉ,
๐๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด ๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐'๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ช๐ด ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฐ, ๐ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ. ๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ข๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐'๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐บ. ๐๐ถ๐ต, ๐ช๐ง ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ค๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ ๐ช๐จ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ. ๐๐ด ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข๐ด ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ, ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ข ๐ง๐ข๐ท๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ง ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ข๐ท๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ, ๐ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ข๐ท๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ช๐ง ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต. ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ข๐ง๐ฆ๐ต๐บ, ๐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ.
๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต. ๐ ๐ข๐ญ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐'๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ, ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด.
๐๐ข๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต ๐๐ช๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ? ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ. ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ'๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ. ๐๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ. ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ด๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ญ.
๐๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ข๐บ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฃ๐บ๐ฆ.
- ๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ
By the time I had completed the letter, I was bawling my eyes out. I couldn't hold them in anymore so I just sat on the ground and cried. When I was done, I grabbed my phone and called the police to let them know what Justen had done. They said they'd be there shortly and I gathered the letter and keychain before grabbing Justen's backpack and walked to my truck.
When I walked passed Justen's bike, I grabbed that too. I placed Justen's bike in the bed of my truck and placed his bag, the letter, and the keychain inside of my truck. That's when I saw red and blue lights flashing out of the corner of my eye.
I flagged them down and the police stopped by my truck. They got out and everything was a blur. The police asked me to lead them to where Justen was and without a thought, I did so. When they saw Justen, they called an ambulance. However, both the police officers and I knew that there was nothing that could be done. The police asked me tons of questions and I answered every single one of them as the ambulance came and the paramedics jumped out to go get Justen.
Everything continued to be a blur until I saw Justen's dad walk over to me.
"What happened to him?" Justen's dad demanded.
"I... I don't know," I stuttered.
"Why don't you know?" Justen's dad asked.
"Because he wouldn't tell me, okay?!" I said before running to my truck, starting it up and driving away.
I felt so lost without Justen. Like, I was unstable and needed help. But I didn't help, I need Justen. Oh goodness, I need Justen. I need to see his smile, I need to hear his voice, I need him. Tears started forming in my eyes again and I knew it wasn't safe to drive how I was, so I pulled over. I leaned my head on the top of the steering wheel and cried.
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