A friend.
The very greatest of friends.
My only friend in the whole world.
Dead.

A single bullet was all it took to end his beautiful life. Though I avenged him with tooth and claw, even as the weapon fell from cold, dead hands, I knew it was too late.

It's been almost a year since he died, yet still a dark cloud hangs over me. Everyone says that I should get over it, but they don't understand. No one understands me. Not any more.

(I'm fine. NO ONE DIED! Just felt like doing something sad.)