You and Crimson had always been close, sense the 3rd grade to Now- Your Junior year in highschool. Sure, He was reckless, but he understood you. And you understood him. You would always be by eachothers side. Until the sun stopped rising.

It was 1:32 AM on a seemingly normal thursday night.

He wakes up by a notification sound from his phone. Sitting up groggily, he checks it. Its a text from you, he opens it. "Thank you for everything, Man. Im sorry." It read.

. . .

He jumped up from his bed immediately, not caring how loud he was. He hurriedly put on shoes, not saying a word to his parents as he sprinted downstairs and out into the road. You lived just a few blocks apart. He booked it, not even caring to breathe, as he ran down that road faster then he had ever ran before, and faster then he probably ever will. He took a sharp turn to the next block. Your not dying on him. You cant, he thought. You cant.

He kept running as if his very life depended on it, not knowing how much time was left.