No Longer in the Same Sky

This is a POV. This story is made-up and I'm using my OCs for this prompt. Yes, I'm using my OCs that were supposed to be for my book, but think of this as a story from an alternative universe.

I rushed through this and I originally wrote this in Google Docs. Expect major grammar mistakes. I might trash this soon.

I hung out with Eden. We were sitting by the bridge, watching frogs like we used to in elementary. Eden drove us around to ice cream shops, and we watched the stars together at midnight. Eden talked about colleges and how he was going to move out of his house to stay at a college dorm with a roommate. I was happy for Eden; he got accepted into his dream university. I applied to the same university as him, but unfortunately, I got rejected. I then realized that he wasn’t like me: High achieving with no passion. He’d always wanted to pursue biology, specifically studying about animals.

The next day, I was at the train station. Eden had his bags ready to depart from this state. He was going to be a couple of states away from me. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. It was embarrassing, but I cried in front of him. The train was about to arrive in a minute. I cried because he was leaving, and chances are, he wasn’t going to come back to visit me. He was pursuing his passion for once. I’m happy for him. I’m happy for my friends who left this state to pursue their passions. Eden was the last person I’ve said goodbye to. We tightly hugged for a while, crying on each other’s shoulders. I don’t want to let go any longer. The train has arrived. I kept hugging him, in fear of being alone again, but he twisted himself out of me. When the train was about to depart, he suddenly kissed my cheeks and hoped that we could meet in the same sky again.

I laughed, and then said, “Eden, we’re always in the same sky.”

He said goodbye to me, and I said goodbye to him back, but by the time my words left my mouth, he was already gone.

Goodbye, goodbye.

I wiped my tears away as the train faded into dust. He’s happy now.

I laid on my bed, staring between the blank spaces in my head when I suddenly got a phone call from Eden’s mom. She never calls me. I picked up the phone and said, “Hello?”

My blood immediately went cold when his mom said that Eden had unfortunately passed away from a homocide.

Day 1 of grieving for Eden’s Death: No. Eden did not die at all. This must be a lie. I walked by his house, and I wished that Eden could see me run for miles just to arrive at his house when he constantly ran for my house. I knocked on the door. Eden’s parents were there and they kept breaking the news to me that Eden was killed. I kept demanding who fucking killed him. They don’t know. I walked back home in tears. Eden’s not dead. Eden must be in college right now.

Day 2 of grieving for Eden’s death: Mom heard about Eden’s death. I don’t know what to do. I attempted to call Eden’s number, knowing damn well he was dead. It will always lead into voice mail. I wanted to break my phone. I wanted to blame myself, even though I wasn’t the one who killed him. I continued to sob. I never knew grieving would be 10x harder than Dad’s death. It felt like I spent my entire life with Eden and never enough with Dad. I don’t want any more people to die. I hate this world. I hate it.

Day 3 of grieving for Eden’s death: Fuck you. Fuck you to whoever killed my best friend. You are so fucking cruel. How the fuck do you think that was a great idea to kill one of the only people I actually love and not feel bad about it? How does it feel to be a murderer? I’ve spent my entire life thinking I was a murderer because of Elliot’s death, but I didn’t even kill him. Elliot chose to kill himself. Fuck you.

Day 7 of grieving for Eden’s death: Questions were still unanswered and I have to figure out how Eden died, and who killed him. I isolated myself in my room for the entire day just to research about the state Eden was at. I checked his university. I checked the news. I checked homicide on the news section of Google within the state he was at.

I don’t know. There were results. Surely, Eden was dead. It has been confirmed. But they never specifically told us who killed him; they were still looking for a suspect. Eden was murderered at campus. There was a shooting at university. I don’t know if I should feel relieved or guilty for being rejected at that university. If I was accepted, I could’ve gotten on the train with him. And I could’ve been the next victim after him.

Day 10 of grieving for Eden’s death: When I tried to text him, my messages went green.

Day 130 of grieving for Eden’s death:

I want to kill myself right now.

I’ve solved it. I knew who killed him.

Fuck you.

Fuck you, Rowan.

Are you fucking happy now?

Killing your best friend as well?

I should’ve realized earlier.

You nearly killed Eden at school.

Now you did it.

You fucking did it.

Are you fucking happy now?

Enjoy your fucking jail time, Rowan.

Day 253 of grieving for Eden’s death:

I didn’t cry any tears for Eden, because I don’t know how to feel right now. Everyday just felt unreal. Everything wasn’t the same without him. We weren’t in the same sky anymore, because he left this universe. No. Rowan made Eden leave this universe. Sometimes, I wished that Rowan killed me instead, because at least he would’ve left Eden alive.

I don’t know why Rowan killed Eden. But when I checked the news for the billionth time, the case wasn’t closed yet. There were further details about Rowan.

Apparently, Rowan killed Eden because Rowan couldn’t bear to see him succeed.

Fuck. I wanted to laugh. Jealousy. Jealousy on another level.

Rowan. You took a life just because of your selfishness. I hate you.

I fucking hate you.

Day 365 of grieving for Eden’s death:

We’ll be in the same sky soon, Eden.

We’ll be able to stargaze again.

I don’t know how death is truly like,

but I’m about to find out right now.

Day 366…

Eden has the most beautiful angel wings I’ve ever seen.

I wasn’t able to see my own wings

but that doesn’t matter right now

because now

I was finally able to hear his voice for the first time in a year.