Romans & histoires Death Of A Friend Poetry

I was there, in that bed, with a man who was taking me to the limit of myself. “This is wrong,” I murmured. “I know.” “You’re my father’s friend. You still are… in some strange way.” He took a deep breath. His fingers wandered over my shoulders, his big hand stroking my back. “I was a shitty friend. I’m not even half of what he needed. But now I don’t know how to go back. I don’t know how to be anything else.” “So what do we do?” “We stop.” Or we destroy ourselves. " And do you want to stop?"

They don't deserve this. As the darkness crept in, swallowing me whole, one final thought echoed in my fading consciousness. God, if you're listening... take me with my friends. *~~~~~~*

Leia clung to Opal, her body trembling as tears streamed down her face. Her friend lay in her arms, pale and fading, her life slipping away with each passing moment. The atmosphere seemed to close in around them, as if walls were pressing in on them, bearing witness to the tragedy that had unfolded.

"You know what, whatever. Just get out of my house and leave.” "How many times will I tell you that I'm not leaving here without you." "I don't care! Just leave, I want to be alone. Let me grieve!” I said, now annoyed. His jaw protruded. "I'm sorry for your loss. I understand but your mother Zariyah died for a purpose. And your friend…” My tears clouded while looking at nothingness. "My only friend," I whispered. "I'm still here, Fajra." I looked at him.

The air was crisp and cool against my skin as I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my sorrow settle into my heart. The leaves rustled softly in the breeze as I gazed up at the sky, the twinkling stars illuminating the night. The memory of Aiden, my late best friend, came flooding back to me. It was like a wound that wouldn't heal, forever raw and aching. I couldn't help but feel guilty, wishing that I had done more to save him. The thought of his absence made me feel like I was drowning in despair.

Sadness drips from his voice. Her funeral. My best friend's funeral. My dead best friend's funeral. It seems everyone I get close to dies. First, my mom. Now Emaline. Maybe I'm a curse. Maybe I'm not meant to have friends. Maybe I should've been the one to die in that wreck. I will never be able to see Emaline again. I'll never be able to hear her laugh or see her smile. I'll never be able to hear her voice. She is gone. Forever

Inside was a simple poem — Martin’s handwriting, a bit messy but warm: To Nana If one day I am gone, don’t mourn me too long. Carry on with laughter, because you are the reason I endured all this time. I entrust all the memories, in your ever-bright smile. Until we meet again... beneath the same sky, even if I am no longer by your side. Nana clutched the paper to her chest, tears falling one by one... while Edgar could only gaze at the empty night sky — remembering Martin, the friend who chose to die for him. - Meanwhile, Fredrick received reports that Harley and Edgar had escaped while his troops only managed to capture Martin, severely wounded.

Murphy once said, ""nothing is so bad that it can't get worse" And he was so right, just when I thought things were bad in my life this happens my best friend, the only person I have in my life dies in front of me, a hiss of pain passes through my throat inert for years at this moment Nicolas comes running into the room stopping midway looking from me to my friend who had just died holding my hand. ___ I'm going to call Doctor Mendonça

I bit my lip and sighed. "I just exist for death, I can kill but rarely do, it's very difficult to explain but I know how everyone will leave this existence except for you, I only know when you won't perish because you're my soulmate," I mumbled softly. He eyed me questionably and glanced out the window, avoiding my eyes. He exhaled harshly and leaned back against the seat. "Alright Sebastian, you're Death and my soulmate. Does that make me Life," he asked curiously. I bit my lip and chuckled, it couldn't be that simple, I highly doubted that. I side eyed him and grinned.

"Where are you going?" "Goodbye!" Without looking back, I dashed out of the room. Scott McFarland? Fuck! I couldn’t believe I’d slept with my friend’s dad!