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This is not really a story it's more of an essay writen from my personal experience.

Death. Disparity. These things hung over the school like a cloud. A thick, dense cloud that blinded us with darkness. It offered no sense of light. All we could do now was take hope in the love of each other. Friendship. That is what we need.

 

Sorrow grasped at me as I could feel it come to me from the others around me. I did not know Eric, but several friends of mine did. My heart becomes sad when I see them grieve.

 

Although the hope appears invisible and almost impossible to find, it is there. Take in the fact that you are not alone. Be you wish to be alone, then so be it. Just know that we are here, I am here. I know not how you feel, but I am not naïve enough to believe you are alright at this moment. Bid you time and the sorrow will pass. Push the sadness out of your mind and replace it with happy memories of Eric. No one could forget him. Remember him.