*Flashback*
"What would you do when I die?" I hear the thick British accent coming from my best friend ask me as we lay on the grass in my backyard under the dark sky.
"What is there to do? I'd simply run away." I reply almost instantly.
"That's a stupid reason to run for."
"You already know your death wouldn't be the only reason I'd run."
*Flashback Over*
There's never one reason for something you do. But my reasons shall remain hidden.
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Teen FictionMy best friend died a year ago, I left a month later. Everyone thinks I left because he did. That wasn't the reason though, only one person knew the real reason I left. That person is dead.
