It was crazy, but as I sat there crying my eyes out under the coverage of glistening stars, I thought about the little things in life I sometimes take for granted. like the quick glance I sometimes get from him. Or the way he defends me when the others choose to turn there backs on me. But why is it that I couldnt do the same thing for him? Why had it driven the blonde boy to suicide when the cheerleader rejected him. I should have been there to protect him. I should have stopped him from pulling the trigger. It should have been me. It should have been me. And now all I have to hold close to me is that thought: He would still be alive if only you had helped. And the stars mocked me with grace as they spread his name across the skys..