Suicide Season [OliverSykes] OneShot

As Oliver and Aylah sat on his couch, he wanted to start crying. She was reading a song that he had written about her, and he was so scared for her to read it. It was so much of his heart poured onto paper, and he wasn't sure how she'd handle it. She read the first line outloud:
"We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore;The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places"
It was three weeks ago this happened. Oliver and Aylah had been best friends since they were little. They were never apart, and she was Olivers only friend. But then 9th grade year, Aylah found another guy. His name was Lee, and he was really nice. He was sweet. And he was everything Oliver wasn't. Aylah fell for him within weeks---a few days later, they were officially a couple. Oliver was heartbroken. It wasn't like Aylah stopped talking to him all together--it was that Oliver was very much in love with her, which was something he'd never experienced. He never told her though, for she was too wrapped up with Lee to even acknowledge the fact that he COULD have feelings for her. Then, three weeks ago, Lee became depressed, and committed suicide. He took that blade to his throat--without a second thought. Aylah and Lee had been dating for almost four years before that. They had plans to get married, have children, the whole bit. But that was never fufilled.
The night she got the news, she didn't stay around by herself, in fear that she might hurt herself the same way Lee did. So he called Oliver, and rushed to his house. They cried for hours together. Even though Oliver very much hated Lee, he couldn't help but cry. Not because of his death--because he hated seeing Aylah in this condition. So they sat there, on the couch, staring up at the broken clock on the wall. It was working fine up until that night: the hands just didn't move. Like it knew that life was coming to a stand still.
Nobody came home to make sure Oliver was alright. His parents were gone for a week and a half, so the house was empty. And nobody could feel anything after hours of crying. They just stared at that broken clock.
"The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too
For when he died, he took a part of you"
He could tell that night that she wasn't the same Aylah. He loved her all the same, but life wasn't right after that. She wasn't as bubbly as she once was. He knew exactly why: she was indoubtably in love with him. And there was nothing Oliver could to do stop that.
"No time for farewells, no chances for goodbyes
No explanations, no fucking reasons why"

They didn't even get an idea that he was going to take his life. He just did it. What killed her more than him actually dying, was that she didn't even get a goodbye. Or even a suicide letter for that matter.
"I watched it eat you up, pieces fallen on the floor
We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore"

He did. He sat there, day after day, wondering when she was going to be alright again. She never did turn back to the way she was. She was falling apart: right before his eyes.
"If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way. I would climb my way to Heaven, and bring him back home again. Don't give up hope my friend, this is not the end"
He hated Lee. But if it would turn Aylah back to the way she was, he would. He had the sorrow of her sadness: he had the tears he had cried. But he wanted him to come back, just for her.
"Death is only a chapter
So let's rip out the pages of yesterday
Death is only a horizon
And I'm ready for my sun..."
He wanted her to move on from him. Become normal again, even if that didn't involve being with Oliver.
Because death IS only a horizon. It's just showing what you can getthrough. He wanted the sunshine that made him happy: Aylah.
Then he signed the paper:
This is Sucidie Season.