Romans & histoires Poem About Friend Dying

“A blood donation will harm you more than you realize.” I looked at her, really looked at her, and shook my head. My voice came out quiet, but unshakable. “It’s better to be sick,” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat, “than to watch a friend die.” Another tear escaped before I could stop it. I wiped it away harshly and stepped forward, something fierce and ancient rising inside me. “I won’t let my friend suffer.” The room seemed to freeze for a heartbeat! Then I took control of it.

He said a bit more intensely. I scoffed. How was he asking me that right now? "So I should just leave my friend to die huh? Of course you won't stop to think of the fact that Ama is my best friend, my sister from another mother and I can't leave her hanging. Now if you think for a bloody second that I'm going to listen to your bullshit, you are in for a happy surprise." "Look I'm not saying not to help your friend okay? Eh okay what if you die in surgery?" He persuasively said.

“You kept saying don’t leave me, not them. What are these nightmares about?” I stared at the bed, I twisted the bedsheet, and tried to reply to him. My throat closed up and didn't want to tell him. I didn't want to. But my lips had other plans. “The day my friends were killed still haunts me,” I said with a shaky voice. “I see it every time I close my eyes. I keep thinking… if I had been smarter, if I had acted faster, maybe they would still be alive. Maybe I could have saved them.”

“No one would have thought we will lose Kent this way after struggling with his health for a couple of months.” He paused his lips for a while, heaving in the heavy breath that was starting to choke him as he speaks. “—just when he was at the edge of recovering, we lost him forever to the cold hands of death.” He crackled, finally giving in to his emotion he's been trying to fight for a couple of seconds. “More than thirty years of friendship abruptly coming to an end without us getting to bade one another goodbye —how cruel death is!” The old man took his time to discuss the man who had been lost, Kent, recounting stories of their shared experiences and the bond they had forged over the yea

I don't know whether I should be happy that he couldn't kill me or sad that he would be six feet below the ground. My best friend was dead.

My tears flowed freely as I realized that they had died while holding hands. "I couldn't help but shed tears continuously from my eyes. It may seem girly, but damn! It hurts like hell! It hurts like hell seeing your friend die. It would have been okay if he died from a normal illness, but no. He died because someone killed him. What's worse is that we couldn't do anything to save him in his last moments. And to make things even worse, we also neglected his wife... she also died because of our stupid plan. Our stupid failed plan! It's so painful! It's painful to see your friend, whom you've been with for years, lifeless.

He comes first. I drug my aching body over to where my best friend lay in a heap. His face was twisted in an expression of pure agony. His final moments spent in pain. If only I hadn't have left him, he could still be alive. I tried not to think that I could be dead, too. I felt the breath collecting in my lungs and before I could stop it my mourning howl rang loud, piercing through the night ranging for miles. A nearby howl returned, sounding heartbroken and sympathetic.

A relentless echo hammered in my mind, driving home the harsh truth of our situation: ‘Oh my god, my friend has died alone, ensnared in profound pain. I felt myself spiral away from my physical form, instinctively reaching for the flickering ember of hope, a faint light struggling to pierce the heavy fog of my sorrow. My heart thudded painfully, and I found myself whispering his name as if it were a broken mantra, each repetition dripping with despair. “Dae...seung.”

Dominus asked. "I think that is something who can hurt you if you just showed yourself. My friend is not here anymore…" Her voice started to lower down, with her sudden sad eyes. "He has been killed by the Hunters. I thought I could save him that day but I didn't come early. I didn't even see his corpse since we don't consider burials. He was thrown away after that. I wish we could see each other in our next life and spend more time with each other." Dominus patted her shoulder after that. Trying to comfort her. Losing a friend that we treasure the most can be the most painful thing we can feel. "I am okay now, don't worry about me because I know wherever he is. He is always guiding me."

she whispered, with her last forces. She closed her eyes. She began to diminish her breath. She stopped her heart. I screamed from anger and pain. I shouted and I did not stop screaming until I stayed out of my voice. I stayed there, clinging to a lifeless body that before belonged to my friend. I stayed there, feeling that a part of my soul was leaving with her. I didn’t even know if someday she could be reborn. There was the possibility that she was like that, but today, I had lost my friend. Today, I was allowed to cry and lament.