You and Simon were the best of friends, but he became popular and he left you behind.

I walked to my desk, late again, Simon looked at me with a concerning look. I heard the laughs of Simon's friends, a paper flinged to my desk, I opened it. "Nobody cares about you, what's the point of living" I looked at it holding in my tear. I ran out off a class to the bathroom, finally letting all the tears spit out like a flood

It's been a year since that day, Simon and you make up. Every since that day he apologies, bringing you all your favourite things. He looked at you smiling with beautiful flowers in his hand. "Hey, Vivian. I got these flowers and they made me think of you"

He stopped for a second "I hope you like them just as much as I do" Simon smiled, placing the flowers down on your grave