Why? Part 3

That's when I smelled it. His cologne. Liam!
He must've been hanging out with Lindsey, and heard the shot. Must've run straight here. Thanks, Liam, but it's too late. Feeling the first stabs of remorse and guilt, I tried to being up a happy emotion. I guessed I was glad that I had written the note.
Emotions, senses.. Everything seemed stronger here.. Wherever here was. I guessed it was some sort of afterlife, but there wasn't exactly an instruction manual..
I suddenly felt a rush of longing to see Liam, and followed it impulsively, rushing to the kitchen.. My blood was all over the floor, all over me.. And there was Liam, crouched beside my lifeless body, hunched up, crying. I somehow knew he wouldn't feel it, but I hugged him, desperate to ease his pain somehow. He had the note clenched in his fist, but the words were still clearly visible. "It's not your fault."
I hadn't really thought about who would read it.. Just that nobody should blame themselves.
I realised that he was holding my hand, holding it tightly, as if letting it go would mean letting go of his own life.
Then Lindsey called. Liam couldn't ignore her call, not even now. He didn't say anything, just a grunt as a goodbye once she had finished speaking. He never once took his eyes off me, or loosened his grip. If only he'd acted like this all along. Tears were still rolling down his cheeks, but he gathered himself enough to call my parents. I checked the clock. They were due home in five minutes anyway, so there was no real point. But he didn't know that. He barely said anything, just three words that I knew would stick with me until the end of forever. "You were right." And then he broke down in tears again.

--Note: I promise they'll get better after this one. But I think I'll stick to the two short ones a day.. Keep you lot on tenterhooks :p--