Everything seemed perfect. I heard the birds twittering and felt the warm sun hitting my uncovered skin. I laid down in the grass and closed my eyes. Memories flooding my mind. Back to last summer... Back to when everything was perfect. Everything. The sound of the light breeze sent me back to that day, the one where he and I went to the park and just laid there in the warm grass listening to the sound of the earth all around us. It felt so good to just lay there; I wanted to stay there forever. His brown eyes staring into mine.
"do you weaver think about death?"
Surprised I sat up,"No, not really..."
"I do." he was still laying down.
"why?" still confused.
"why not? It's gonna happen to all of us eventually." he explained.
Feeling uncomfortable with this conversation I tried making a joke, he didn't laugh.
"seriously though, do you?"
"no I don't"
"you should, I mean what if I drop dead right now? What would happen? Would I go to heaven? Would I disappear into nothingness? What would happen?"
"I don't know. And I don't want to find out any time soon."
Snapping back to reality I felt the tears stinging my eyes. I missed him so much. Little did we know that he would find out much sooner than he thought he would. He was a year older then me and a foot and a half taller. We met at that same park when we were kids. We both went there a lot when we were younger so we naturally became best friends. One thing lead to another and before you knew it we were inseperatable. He was my rock during the times I needed him most. Sometimes I wonder why he had to go. Why did God have to take him away from me? I wonder if he had left my house two minutes later, would he still be alive? I wiped the years from my eyes. So many questions and no answers. I don't talk about him anymore. I hate those sympathetic look I get from people. After it happened, I didn't say one word about him. Not to anyone. I didn't want to believe it. The first time I cried about it was at his funeral. That is when it hit me. He was really gone. Dead. No one there to help me. I was alone. It's been 9 months now. It's better now. I don't cry, well barely. I know he's up there watching over me. And I know with that I'm not alone.
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