I went to the Jones house the next day. It was no surprise that I couldn't bring myself to face her parents, so I climbed up there tree and went in through the side window.

 When I went inside none of the lights were on and the only thing stopping it from becoming pitch black was the little hints of light sneaking in from the spaces left in the curtains hanging over the windows.

As I walked down the hallway to her room I keep having flashbacks from when we were little. Small ones but as I watch them unfold in my head I realized how important to my past they were.

Like the hole in the wall by the window, I came in through. When we were 6 we were playing baseball in that hallway and she hit the ball into the wall. That hole keeps me going all those years because it was the last day I was really happy. 

People say the dead can't stay on earth when they die but I could feel her presence as I walked down that hallway, and everywhere I turned I could hear her voice. 

In a way I guess I was grieving but it really did feel like she was there, right next to me. 

Or not.