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Crashing hearts and friendship,
but broken pieces are all thatís left

By Brinka-xo

 


Crashing hearts and friendship, but broken pieces are all that's left

I walked down to his grave like I casually did everyday. This would be a ritual. Everyday after some shitty interview would happen, I'd end my days here, in the cemetery, where his body lies peacefully. On the grave it read:

George Ryan Ross
1986-2007
Loved; friend, band mate and son.

After all these years of friendship together, he had died so early. His dream had just begun to release and every teenage kid in the world was just about memorizing his lyrics. Though the world decided otherwise for him. It decided to end his life at that time. Why? I ask myself this all the time. Why didn't I come with him to the store? Why didn't I propose to walk with him? Why were my last words to him I fucking hate you Ryan Ross and that will never change. Why did I even say those words? Even after all these years of being the best-est friends in the world; the only thing left said was that. Couldn't I have said; Take care man, love ya lots. Even if it had sounded gay at least the words would have been wisely chosen. Why can't we just know when our time comes? To be able to be prepared for the occasion and being able to leave with the conscious free. They give us birth certificates when were born, why can't we get a death certificate when were born as well. We would at least know until when our life will be.

Ryan and I had fought about something so stupid, I can't even remember if it were about Jac or a pack or M&M's or even to fight over a remote. The last words were those. How could I be so heartless? What would you do if your best friend got mad at you and the last thing you say to him/her is I fucking hate you and then you hear he died? Wouldn't you feel completely guilty? Wouldn't you be depressed for days, weeks, months even years? Wouldn't you want to go back in time to try and fix things up a little? Of course, you'd feel all that. The guilt would be obviously there, the depression would stay until you change it and the time machine is still not invented but you wish it were.

Ryan and I had been friends since playground time. The day we met, we became inseparable. Every day after school I'd go up to his house with him and then we'd go to mine. It was our ritual. We still did it at High School. The rumors were all on us but we didn't truly care. We were friends and that's what counted the most. He was MY best friend. Now, now he's gone and I'll have that on my conscious for the rest of my life.

A brush of wind passes throughout the night air and gently washes over my face and lets my hair blow. I sigh at the feeling of that breeze. I look up and see him. Ryan.

“Ryan?” I ask. He nods.

“Can you hear me?” He nods again.

“Can you speak?” I ask, he shakes his head no and approaches me. I swallow hard believing all this is a lie. I pinch myself to be sure and find myself still here. He laughs, god did I ever miss that laugh.

“Ryan, why did you leave?” He sighs loud enough for me to hear it and shrugs his shoulders telling me he doesn't know.

“I'm sorry.” I speak quietly. I feel a hand on my shoulder. It was his. I lift my head up and watch him look up to me with a sorrow look.

“I'm sor-” He cuts me with a touch of his hands on my lips. He sh's me and smiles; letting me I'm forgiven. He turns around and walks further away from me.

“Ryan!” I yell. He turns around at watches me.

“I miss you,” I tell him. He nods and leaves. I look back at where he was and see no one there. I sigh to myself knowing that was probably the last time I'll ever see him. “I miss you too buddy” I hear him say in the echo of the wind. I smile and walk back up home.

 

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