Eric called me one night, so I went into my bedroom to take the call. It didn't take him long to start complaining about this girl Lindsey that he had recently had a fight with. He started telling me everything about it. How it happened, WHY it happened. This was the usual thing that went on in conversations with me and him...But then he said something that scared me.

I listened as he kept saying that no one cared about him, that he doesn't have anything to live for. He eventually started crying...and so did I. I tried to get him to calm down, to stop saying things like he was. "No one cares, Tally, I wanna die." Thats when he heard me crying on the other end.

"Thats fake, you're not really crying over me." That wasn't true. I was crying, real tears and everything. I didn't want to see this happen to him, especially like it was going to. I loved him, and didn't want him to end his life like that. He was still young, still had a life ahead of him. I couldn't use those exact words on him, cause I knew they wouldn't work.

Those words still ring in my ears whenever I remember all of this. Telling him that they were real tears rolling down my face, he slowed down his crying a little, and then eventually stopped crying, and I slowed to a stop as well. It had grown dark outside, but I hadn't even noticed. I didn't care.

At that same point on the second time it happened, I knew one thing. Eric needed me around, he needed me to talk to. To explain everything that was happening to. I think thats really the only reason he kept calling me after we "broke-up". But I still love him.