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aneenonico OP t1_j6p7ijc wrote
I love this :D It’s kinda sad for me tho :’)
Willowrosephoenix t1_j6p8fxx wrote
I saw “reality fiction” and it’s where my mind went. I’m glad you liked it but sorry if it made you sad. The only other places I could’ve gone were really dark but in a totally different way. The corridors of my mind are a dark place lol
aneenonico OP t1_j6p8ytq wrote
No, no, it’s alright xD Your writing made me feel something and that’s good :)
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Willowrosephoenix t1_j6oq332 wrote
You’re doing your best, you really are. Everyone is talking about how tragic the accident was and mourning the death of such a “bright young soul”.
Meanwhile, you do your best to take this secret to the grave. He would’ve done it for you.
Your mind wanders to the conversation a few weeks ago.
“How bad is it?” “Terminal.” “Are they…are they sure? I mean…how long you got?” “Weeks at most…maybe days.” “We can…I don’t know…go do some crazy shit, make the most of the time you got left?” “…dude…you don’t understand, the pain, I don’t know how I’m even sitting here. It’s so bad I can barely see you, there’s a halo around everything and…the hallucinations are getting worse…I don’t want to go out like this…I’m gonna end it, before it gets worse.”
You sat quietly, begging the universe for the right thing to say.
Leaning over, you gently hugged your oldest friend. Even the gentle contact causes a wince of pain.
“I understand.” “You can’t tell anyone. Ever. I don’t want them to know. It’s gonna look like an accident. You understand?” “Yeah.”
You had pulled a bottle out of your backpack.
“Hey…I know you don’t drink…”
He took the bottle and took a long pull.
“Seems like a good time to start. Not like I have to worry about my health.”
You both laughed and passed the bottle back and sat in silence. There was nothing left to say.
That was the last time you saw him.
When the news of the freak accident had come…it was no surprise and you resisted the urge to smile.
Sitting in the same place by the river, looking out over the water, “I’m glad you got to go out on your own terms old friend.”