One day like any other, I walked into his apartment and then I was flooded with memories, like when he first invited me to his home, only 11 years old, at that moment I smiled and then looked down and cried, I missed him so much.
Then I remembered, when I was 14 years old, he asked me that unusual question: 'If something bad happened to me, how would you feel?' And only now, I have the answer, now that I am 19 years old.
The first time we met, had been in middle school, we were in 2 different classes, but we met the first time, after enrolling in an after-school club, we learned music, we also learned how to draw, but he learned to draw better than me.
I don't remember who started the friendship, but I remember that the topic was video games, we both liked the, but the surprising thing was that he didn't know poetry or some famous books.
And I was shocked, but now I'm shocked because he's dead.
But... then that great despair... vanished, without any rational explanation; and I woke up in the hospital bed, and realised I had amnesia.
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The Truth
Short StoryThis book is about the terrible life story of our dear and unfortunate Swedish protagonist, about his tragic romantic experience, which suddenly changed, as if life had suddenly flown away. What will happen from now on? How will he feel? He will dis...
