Till death do us part

A boy, sat in the police department, reveals his story to police about his loss


3. Best friends

We were best friends, me and this girl. In the hot summers, we played sports and had water fights, and in winter, we watched movies at each other's houses, ate pizza, jammed to our favourite music, and occasionally just talked about our screwed up lives, then afterwards sat next to each other, her head on my shoulder, thinking. But then, I started to feel different about her. She was no longer just a friend. She was someone I admired, someone I thought about all day long and worried about when I didn't hear from her. I got this feeling of overwhelming happiness when we talked, and when she had to go, I felt devastated. She became my everything.


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