R.I.P. my lovely

She watched the people move around the room
But she remained where she was.
Her heart broke when she watched her childhood friend lying on the floor.
He could barely stand up or move at all.
She cried silently and blamed herself for not being there for not taking him with her.
He had been there when she had been frightened in the dark.
He had been there when she'd felt alone.
He had been there when she just needed to vent about life.
He had always been there.
But when he needed her the most, she closed her eyes, turned her back and left.
'Traitor.'
People shook their heads while looking at him, petted his head, comforted him.
But she just sat there.
She watched how they put him to sleep, tears rolling down her cheeks while she tried to remain composed.
'He made it,' whispered the vet and she wanted to yell at them, tell them to wake him up.
But it was too little too late.
She looked at him and told herself that he was still breathing.
When everything was over and done with, she stood up and walked out the door, barely showing any emotion.
These people were at least partly to blame for his death. She wouldn't say it out loud but knew it.
She wanted to tell them to go fuck themselves and never contact her again.
She wanted him back.
In her opinion life was just so unfair. She wanted to turn back time, kick her mother in her ass and take him with her.
But time was only passing. No one could turn it back.
And so she left and knew she would miss him and blame herself for not being strong enough to stay there for him.
- rest in peace, rocky. I hope life up there is better and that you feel better now. I miss you and I'm so fucking sorry. -