Every night you would come in, you would never order anything. you would just sit and stare out the window. I became curious as to why, and you noticed. I tried making conversations but you would just turn around. The day you finally ordered something, I wish you didn't, you saw my scars. I couldn't tell what you were thinking. But I remember what you said, 'You count your scars?, I count the stars'.
After that encounter I was nervous to be around you, I knew you would come to the cafe. You ordered something again, a small coffee. I also learnt your name that night. 'Rhyder' It's a nice name, but every time I hear it I think of you. Although I didn't know you that long, I feel like I know you more than anyone.
Everyday I went to work, hoping to get enough tips to help my mum at home. I told you this, not asking for sympathy, just to vent. But you went above and beyond, giving me a $100 tip. I refused it at first, but you insisted, saying something about your rich prick of a father. I couldn't contain my happiness when it happened that I hugged you for the first time. I know now that seems abit strange but it felt so right in the moment.
I knew you would be back the next night, and although I didn't have a shift I came aswell. You looked sad, or mad. Your eyes were red and your head was down. I didn't like seeing you like this, it broke my heart. I comforted you while you cried, you said it was because of your dad, I hate that man. We didn't go inside that night, we stayed outside and counted the stars, just like you wanted.
I expected you to come the next night, but you didn't I was confused, because we had become so close, you knew all me secrets and I knew yours. I stayed for 2 hours after my shift hoping you would show up and walk through the doors. But you didn't. Instead your brother showed up, hair a mess and red eyes, he had a note addressed to me, your suicide note.
'Im sorry that your reading this Avery, it means I am no longer alive. But its what I wanted, I know it is selfish but I needed to. Remember when I saw your scars, and I told you I counted stars, its because I want to be one. I hope you stopping hurting yourself Avery, I hope your life turns around - Rhyder'
Today is your funeral, it doesn't feel real, I want to turn back time. Seeing you in your casket made me breakdown, your mum I assume comforted me. She told me that you mentioned me, multiple times. I think that is pretty cute. I miss you Rhyder, more than you would have ever thought.