I woke up.

It's already the afternoon and my cheeks felt sticky from dry tears.

I walk to bedroom to see her sleeping, thinking that she was just tired from our argument the night before.

Two hours passed.

I go over to wake her up, realizing that our silent treatment was long gone.

I pick up her arm, but it falls on her face.

I gently nudge her, but she doesn't budge.

Slowly, I lay down next to her, because I didn't want to wake her up.

I take my arms and hug her like I did when she'd watching TV.

Or talked on the phone.

And when she played with my hair until I fell asleep.

I close my eyes; the moment felt precious.

I lay down for an hour and it felt like nothing could stop me from loving her the way I do.

We were both sleeping, until my brother walked in.

"She's dead", I whispered.

He stood there for a moment and kept asking me if I was being serious, but everything was blurring out.

I was still hugging my mom and we were just laying down after a long day outside, or so I wished.

He called 911 and they tried taking her away.

My heart squeezed until it felt like I couldn't breathe.

My legs felt watery and I shut my eyes.

I was screaming.

She was gone and the last thing I said to her was in an argument.

I didn't get to say that I loved the way she was and the way she did everything.

I never got the chance.

I never knew the feeling of my life falling apart until today.

I wanted to break in pieces.

I wanted to.

She's gone.

My mom is gone.