When you lose someone, you try to remember the last time you saw them. And most of the time, it's a blurry memory, because at that time, you had no idea it would be your last.

I sat on the bed of Afanas's house, watching as Rachel packed a bag.

She hadn't been eating or sleeping for the past week. she hadn't even spoken to me until today when she invited me over.

She was flying to North Carolina to stay with her parents for awhile, she said she needed ...