Saving Hannah

Hannah was a beautiful young girl. One of my best friends actually. We had bonded over our mutual love of writing, and music. She taught me a lot about life. Not only during her brief existence, but after as well. I remember we had P.E class together. Though she was sad, she always smiled. And one day I pondered this, asking her how she managed to keep it in check for so long. She had laughed for a moment; oh i remember that laugh. A laugh that could turn heads i would say. A laugh that put a newborns innocent giggle to shame. She looked me right in the eye, with her soft blue eyes.
"Everyone's sad." she had told me, "everyone has something in life they have to deal with." she paused for a moment, looking down at the floor, contemplating her next thought. "I guess there's no point in frowning, really. Life is life, death is death. The in-between is the only part that counts."
It seems those few words have been set to repeat in my head the past few days. It's the only thing I have left of her. That, and a blurry picture she had taken off my phone a few weeks before she took her own life.
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