"Ez, are you okay"" the others ask me.
"Um, go without me, I'll join you" I sigh as I wait for them to leave. "You're really not cool, buddy, leaving me like that. I hope you're at least happy like this, or at least it's probably for the best, or at least that's what you'd say. I fixed up your bike, it's as good as new, you know I'm not kidding about that. But I'm not going to sell it, it's going to stay in the garage. I know what you might say, don't worry buddy, I'll keep it running, not a speck of dust will touch it while I'm around, you have my word."
I take one last look at the twin headstones, covered in wreaths, before walking away to rejoin my little life. "Tonight, I open a bottle in your honor".
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Short Stories (without happy end)
Short StoryThese short stories are not related to each other. This project was originally an exercise on my part to work on my English but in the end, I decided to publish to get an outside opinion but also so that I wouldn't be the only one to enjoy it. Each...
