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Demon [Finished]

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My friend isn't dead. Nor does he have cancer, at least I hope not. I wrote a fiction story about my best friend. We were the best of friends since kindergarten. I hope we still are. But on the last day of school. When we were in third grade. I told...

Moving On

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by QuincyBear69

by QuincyBear69

It's been 8 years since he died. I still wear my part of the necklace. I never take it off. Never. I see him in my dreams. When I close my eyes. I miss him so much. I just wish I could have saved him. I wish I could've took his cancer. I wish he would've lived. Instead of me. I miss him. And I sometimes think. Maybe I should die. And see my old friend. I love him. I miss him. My brother. Friend. Pal. I wish I could've took his pain. And it's hard. To move on.

[sorry for the short chapter. I am miss him. And every day after school. I ride my bike from school to the cemetery where he lay. I talk with him. And it feels like he's there. Sometimes I see visions of him standing next to me when I lay the flowers I bring down on his grave. I miss him.