I could taste the metallic, sickening air as I walked outside to get in the car with my mother. Everything felt off, all the way to school. I kept switching from song to song, sadness draining my energy. Everything reminded me of him, of Liam Payne. It’s been a year since he died, but everything feels like a fresh wound, reminding me of how nothing will ever be the same now that he’s gone. The dull click of my heels on the tile of the school floors doesn’t comfort me like it did. I can only think of how quiet it must have been at his funeral. The all black I'm wearing doesn’t make me feel like I'm blending in. It only reminds me of the suits everyone wears to funerals. It’s been a year. No one else cares. It’s sick that no one cares about people once they’re dead. How can you forget someone who gave you so much to remember?
