My day was routine. Class, break, class, work, home. I couldn't bring myself to call her again. My days were just routine and my heart was heavy because I was getting e-mails from James saying that her health was deteriorating and she wasn't even eating anymore on her own will. I just couldn't call her. I got the news last night. James called me. He was in hysterics. He told he me loved her and he felt like it was his fault that there was something he was supposed to do and he didn't. Amy's dead. She slit her jugular vein and took a whole bottle of aspirin and seven Valium pills. James was crying. Rob was on the other phone and he was crying too. I was shockingly calm and it scared the hell out of me. Amy was my best friend and I couldn't even shed a tear. She was so beautiful and I wasn't even crying for her. "James," I said, "No matter what you did she was probably gonna... end up...like this..." I trailed off and I couldn't find anything to say. Eventually, after an hour and a half of listening to James cry and try to tell me all the things he could have done, I told him I had to go and I just hung up the phone. Just in case Amy could hear me from wherever she was, I said as finally one tear dripped from my eye, "Well. Maybe finally you can be happy."