He looked back at me, as if this were the last time we'd see each other, a pained expression in his eyes. He nodded, gently. Then he disappeared into the mist, as graceful as the flow of water. He was gone.
He was my best friend. He'd sworn to protect me, to help me, to forever be there for me. For us. So why? Why did he go...?
He had been in love. He loved her. Jessica was her name, love was still the game. He could only give up in that game. He died. Now he was with her.
I hoped he was happy.
~*~
Okay, so it's no poem. But I like writing stories, too, y'know.
 Inspiration Staff · Sun Nov 30, 2008 @ 08:33am · 0 Comments |
