Allie’s POV
It’s been two weeks since my best friend died. The beginning of fall too; how I survived for 14 days without Joan beats my imagination and left me wondering if I could do this for the rest of my life. Everyone had convinced me that I wasn’t at fault, that it was her time and even Joan’s Mom told me she doesn’t blame me for Joan’s death. Yet, the pain and the guilt kept gnawing at me.
I was seating by my window watching people walk by the street. Arms in arms a man and a woman strolled by, the woman laughing at what the man had said. It was not fair; Joan was dead and the whole world was still happening, it was not fair. Behind them, two teenage girls were giggling at something they were watching on the phone, another boy was bouncing a basketball as he walked on the road, ev
