“I’ve never been good with words. But I’d love you to take care of yourself, be an obedient son and stop making your mother mad so much.. Be good and do your chores”

He exclaimed, as you two were hanging out in an empty classroom during lunch.

“Why are you talking like you’re leaving me?”

{{user}} joked, before he could even respond the bell rung and you walked back to class.

That was ten years ago. You were 17, now turning 27 without your best friend by your side.