Death Of A Friend Poetry Novels & Stories

he responded. "I do" I answered and we both stared at each other with our eyes widened. "Ewe man, that's gross" we voiced at the same time and broke into a fit of laughter. At least, I knew my best friend would still be by my side after the unforgettable sin that I had committed. At least, I had someone who won't judge me. To be continued...!

More distant. Like echoes of echoes. And I held onto the true things. The real things. The taste of shared bread. The weight of friendship. The choice to be better than the darkness wanted me to be. Even in a place made of ash and old bones. Even when the dead whisper lies in my ear. I would remember who I chose to be. The ash crunched under our boots. But we walked on. Together.

I understood that more than I wanted to admit. I leaned back, fingers turning the glass. “I’ve had my share of fights too. Recently, I lost a friend. I actually thought he was dead but he's not. He was someone I grew up with. We were like brothers. But we ended up on opposite sides, and I had to make a choice.” Her eyes softened. “That must’ve been hard.” “It was,” I said. My voice stayed calm, but inside I could still feel the weight of it. “And just when I thought I could breathe, I found out someone I really cared about is gone. Dead. It… it changes the way you look at things. You know….”

The room was filled with mournful whispers and tear-streaked faces, each one reflecting the immense loss we all felt. "Today, we gathered to bid farewell to a dear friend, a courageous soul who had given his life in the line of duty. He was a cop, a protector of the innocent, and his untimely death" The eulogies began, each one a testament to his character and the impact he had made on countless lives. His family, friends, and fellow officers all shared their stories, their voices trembling with a mix of grief and admiration. They spoke of his courage, his selflessness, and his unwavering determination to make our community a safer place. Each word spoken was like a stab to my heart, a painf

She is now like a mother to me, which makes me feel happy and loved. "Is everything okay?" As my mom put the food on the table, she asked me, and I nodded my head. "Yeah, I'm good, it's just... I thought about my friend who died the other day. I'll never forget the last time I saw her. She closed her eyes so quickly that I didn't know it was the last time I'd see or talk to her. Then more tears start to come out from my eyes. I don't like to cry or act overly dramatic, but the way I feel about my friend makes me think she left too soon. Craig, her son, would ask everyone why his mom had died so suddenly.

The chain tied to my hand was removed and I slowly approached Kevin who was no longer breathing. I got even angrier when I touched him. My scream grew louder and at the same time I looked at the place that seemed to be slowly breaking down and appearing above. I don’t know what’s going on but I’m suffering more now. My dearest friend died because of me and I didn't try to do my best as his friend. I am so useless and worthless as his friend. He don't deserved to die just because of me.

He bled from his heart, right where one of the roots had Pierced through him and he had begun to turn ashen. "Andros!" I yelled running towards him finally finding my voice, my trembling hands gripped his unmoving face, "Andros!" I screamed willing him to answer me. He bled more unheeding as I cried his name, his skin was turning cold underneath my finger tips and he didn't even utter a word. His eyes were closed, his mouth unmoving and he bled, he was lifeless before me, he was gone. My friend was dead, Andros was dead and he died for me. _______

You were a wit and clever in your lifetime. Gilbert, you were the true definition of a friend. What a friend you were! With tears running down from my eyes and sweat coming out of my skin, I am writing this to you. Your death pains me from my bone marrows and caused a pang in my heart. However, I want your spirit to give baseless works to those that killed you. Gilbert, my amiable and compatible friend, I want your soul to rest in the bosom of your maker. I will miss your sense of humor; I will miss your chucklesome nature too, the gist and guests will also be missed.

I can’t save him as like I can’t save you mom. Today I lost a greatest mom and a loving brother. I’m sorry to say mom but you both were too selfish. You both didn’t think for us. You both didn’t think that what will we do after you. Dad and I are too broken. You both broke us. Mom everyone says that death is unknown to them. But I know mom what death is. Death is like when I don’t listen you calling me beside my bed to wake me up. Death is like when I can’t love you. Death is like when I don’t see you in my home. Death is like when I don’t see Joe playing and teasing me. I know how death looks like. I know mom.

No matter what we do, we willl never get back what we lost. The fighting on the clearing slowly dies; we have won. But I don't feel anything; I'm numb as Byron keeps howling in the most heartbreaking voice, full of suffering and sorrow. We've lost a friend..