She fell

I was sixteen when my best friend fell. She was 78. I loved her.

She fell and she hit her head,

Only I saw her her eyes. I looked down at her as her shadow grew.

I Stayed calm. I set by her.

I told her good bye and that I loved her.

She would not be the one to leave me.

I would be the one to leave her.

She Lived.

I never saw her again.

Does that make me a bad person?