Sadness.Sadness was what I felt when I didn't see my best friend for one month.Sadness was what I felt when I got the call that my best friend's body was found near Nashville, a body
floating down a river with no heartbeat.What next? I would ask myself every single night. Every single night alone. For the first time in 14 years, I truly understood real sadness.The sadness you get when a family member dies, or your pet goes missing. And now, I felt sad when my best friend died.
Now, the next thing I felt was anger, knowing someone had murdered him. Then, anger knowing he was too damn stubborn to die, knowing he died putting up a fight. You can imagine my surprise when I found a note inside my car, signed with the signature "Toodles, the Miller Killer."
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Mystery / ThrillerToo lazy to write one rn, I'll have a prologue anyways
