She sat, shocked beyond words, beyond thought. She sat at her desk looking out at the rain running down the glass and wondering if it was the tears of angels. She was sure they should be.
She thought the teacher was talking but she couldn’t hear. Didn’t really care. What was the point really? Why try so hard when it could all be taken away in the blink go an eye? She closed her eyes and let the memories come. One then another, then a flood.
Bobby in class, looking so serious as he scratched away, his pencil nearly a blur as he raced to fininsh the quiz first because he loved being first, even if he didn’t gat an A.
Bobby on the playground, racing the other boys, collapsing to the ground out of breath yet still managing to laugh.
Bobby during lunch when someone made a joke and he laughed until milk came out of his nose.
She thought he was so strong. That he was able to laugh at anything. That he would be here forever.
Why hadn’t she seen? Why hadn’t she known?
She didn’t realize she had begun to cry until the tears fell on her hand and then she couldn’t stop the sobs which seemed to tear from her chest and ripped through her throat.