When I saw him for the first time, I knew he and I would be great friends one day. And he promised that we would be together forever. But all that changed when the world plummeted into chaos. I was on one side that I thought for sure he would join too, but he didn't. He joined the others, the ones who were making the chaos happen.
When I found out I gasped; in a way that was shocking and full of much, much hurt. I was depressed for a really long time after that. My heart hurt, it burned; I was sure that all it was by now, was ashes. I gathered what I had left and ran. I ran and ran, so far away that I'm sure life itself wasn't able to exist. This was the perfect place for me.
Tired, I yawned and stretched out on the ash covered ground; soon I fell asleep. My dream had no ending, or so it felt. Never ending friendship, love, and the never ending bodies of my best friends victims. Nothing ended, then again, nothing started either. It just went on, like nothing.
A quick shaking woke me up. It was him, my best friend; there next to me, smiling! I hugged him and he hugged back. I started crying, I missed this.
"I'm sorry." he said. I just cried more, and more. Until I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I breathed out and managed to nod to him. As the world faded to black, I saw him standing there, watching me die.
For him, and just him, only him. I did one last thing, something I chose to be my last. I shed one last tear for him, and in return he did the same when he was killed by someone else, only seconds later. He fell at my side and we laid there; side by side, to be together, forever.
Just like he promised.
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