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Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man

Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back.

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posted October 19, 2012 at 12:00am UTC tagged with story

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To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures…
--------------------------------------------- Maybe it was the gloomy weather. Maybe it was the timing. Or maybe it was the look of despair on everyone’s faces that day, which just made it so sad. It was an awful kind of sadness. It wasn’t like losing your favorite sweater or failing your history test. It was the type of sadness that could tear your heart into a million little pieces, or torment your mind with a thousand questions left unanswered. ‘Why did this have to happen?’ was at the top of my list. It was a feeling much worse than anything I had ever experienced before. It was as if someone had shot a bullet through my chest, and I struggled to put the pieces back together. There were always parts of me that were never complete anymore, there were places and people and songs that made the bad memories flood back into my thoughts, and there was a constant sadness in the back of my mind that always brought me back to this event. And this was the death of one great little boy, whom I’ll never forget. --------------------------------------------- This was the intro of my essay that I wrote at the beginning of the year, about one of my close friends who passed away. Just decided I would post it on here. This isn't meant to be artsy or anything. It's an essay. So there you go.

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We met in kindergarten. We were best friends. She always told me she loved my eyes. I didn't quite know why. I was in love with her, so of course my face lit up immensely whenever she said it. She was beautiful, kind, and extremely funny. We'd be talking about nothing, and she'd turn to me and whisper, "I like your eyes." One day, I was playing basketball, waiting for her to drive over to my house to have a game with me. Suddenly, I got a phone call. It was her mom. She was in a panic. I couldn't quite understand what she was saying. It sounded like, "Aaron, come quick! Kelsey, accident, Main Street! Blood. Come now!" I had no clue what happened, so I ran to Main Street with my basketball shorts and a tee shirt on. I saw Kelsey's mom helplessly crying, waiting for the ambulance to arrive. I saw a totaled car, blood everywhere. Then I saw her, Kelsey. My heart stopped as I frantically ran over to her. "Kelsey? Kelsey!" She was unconscious. I started crying. I know it isn't very manly, but I couldn't help it. Before I could say anymore, the medics took her away, the main source of blood coming from her head. I went to the hospital that night, I went every night. in fact, the only time I left was to go out to eat, but that's it. The doctors tried getting me to leave, but I refused. It was all my fault. If it wasn't for me, wanting to play basketball with her, she wouldn't be going through this. It was already four days, and she hasn't woken up. On the fifth day, I saw her eyes gently open. "Kelsey?" I called. She wasn't quite awake yet. Suddenly, doctors came rushing in, telling me I had to wait outside. I did, for a few hours. One of the doctors finally came out saying, "I understand that you're Kelsey's friend, Aaron?" "Yes," I whispered. He bit his lip. "She woke up, she's fine, but I'm afraid she has long term memory loss." "Are you serious?" I almost shouted. "I'm afraid so." I didn't meet his gaze. I couldn't. I wasn't going to say anything, so he spoke again. "You can go see her if you want, but she doesn't remember anything, not even her mom." I walked in, trembling in horror. I saw her. She looked helpless as she slept. I waited a few hours, until I saw her eyes opening gently again. I expected doctors to run in, rushing me out. Instead, she looked me straight in the eyes, and whispered, "I don't know you, but I like your eyes."
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