A R.I.P for Valentines day.

2 Day's until Wednesday.
I still remember when I was 11, swinging on Brianna's swings.
That was the first time she ever called me what I thought was Aunti.
That was her little nickname for me all through early high school.
She was the smartest kid I knew.
We used to run all through her apartment neighborhood like it was our own world.
Both of us always felt alone when we weren't together, she was the jelly to my peanut butter.
But when we were together, it was like all of the loneliness just went away, because it did.
We had each other.
I was 14 when I finally remembered to ask her why she called me Aunti.
It was dark and we were outside loli-gagging, making a snow fort under a picnic table because it kept the walls up.
She just burst out laughing though. D:
She told me it was because I was her antidote to being sad.
So, it wasn't really Aunti that she was calling me, it was Anti.
Feb 13th was the day she committed suicide. I wish I could have been with her that day to take away the lonely. The one time I wasn't with her was when I really should have been. I could have stopped her.
I think it was just a coincidence that it was around Valentines day, but knowing her, she wanted to make a mark. She made a mark on me the day I met her though. -Olie Antidote.

I'm sorry Bri.