Forgive Me if I Cry

Gray is dead

"Hey guys." I say walking up to my friends Mathew and Tony.
"Hey!" They both say.
"So I would like to say, uhm, I haut found out my best friend died." I tell them looking at the ground
"I thought we were your best friends?" Mathew asks.
"You thought wrong." I reply.

Gray died in a car crash. Really the car crashed into him. He was walking across the street and was hit by a car and killed. The last day I ever saw gray he did say he loved me, he did kiss me, and he did run away. I've never seen anyone with eyes as beautiful as his ever since. And I honestly believe I never will. Grays eyes were full of love and sorrow. The sorrow of knowing he could not save the world, that had been melted down into a slivery liquid of which to see the world through. You don't find people like that anymore. Though I did notice one day my eyes were blue. They are blue and brown. The way I see it, they are blue with love and brown with anger. I can never be just like gray and therefore my eyes are not grey but blue and brown. Every time I get a compliment on my eyes I don't show it, but I think of him. Blue eyes are special to me. They are the closest to the way his ares were. I've always loved blue eyes because of how rare I get to see purity in them.
My grandmother has a ring of gray around her eyes that reminds Nd me of his color. They were almost white with a hint of blue. It was a smokey hue of love. Pure love. Purity is not a myth. It is extinct. I believe with Grays death, came the death of pure love. I have never seen James mad. Neither has his family. James was an angel. A Gray Angel. It is now that I officially declare, Gray is dead.