the dad stood next to the bed, back turned to his son, his hands clasped together as he was looking outside the window.
dad: that friend of yours. we never really got along, but you two do.
he sighed and paused.
dad: it's weird to see him.. lost. he usually seems so put together. a know-it-all brat, but headstrong. whenever i happen to pass by his house, he is always just sitting there, smoking and drinking. i don't think he sleeps.
he sighed again and turned around to look at his son, but he didn't move.
dad: and then you're here, sleeping. too long for just a simple car accident, if you'd ask me.
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Short Storyan almost decade old story. * "one tragedy changed their lives." a story with dialogues and minimal description, in which a boy ends up in the hospital after a car accident and his friend slowly collapsing under the weight of his tortured mind. but...
