I can't believe it. Rob is gone, and the weight of his absence hangs heavy on my shoulders like a lead balloon. The guilt gnaws at me relentlessly, reminding me that I could have done something to prevent this tragedy.
Y/n's accusing eyes pierce through me like daggers, her disappointment palpable in the air between us. She trusted me to do the right thing, to be there for someone who needed help. And I failed her miserably.
The memories of our time with Rob haunt me now more than ever. His innocent smile as he tried so hard to fit in with us, his eager willingness to please us even when we pushed him away... It all feels like a cruel joke now that he's no longer here.
I wish I could turn back time and make things right again. Save Rob from himself before it was too late. But deep down inside, I know that some mistakes are irreversible - no matter how hard we try to fix them.
The pain of losing Rob cuts deep into my soul, leaving behind scars that may never fully heal. And yet amidst all this darkness and despair, a tiny glimmer of hope flickers within me - maybe one day we'll find a way to bring him back...
But for now, all I can do is carry the burden of his memory with me wherever I go – a constant reminder of what happens when we turn our backs on those in need. May you rest peacefully up there rob