Oneshots

8

'He was everything to me. He was my best friend. I could trust him with everything. And I thougt the same about you.
I trusted you.
He trusted you.
And you - you killed him. You don't even seem sad.'

'It's because I'm not sad. He took you away from me. He pulled you to the wrong side. I had to do it or I woud've lost you to him. I'm sorry I had to make you sad. But I would do it again. It was the right desicion.'

'It was the worst desicion of your life. You just decided your death.'

"I killed him that day.
It was the day I decided to never let anyone hurt me again. I learned to defend myself. I trained as much as I could. Too much.
I - I went to far. I was almost dead.
But he saved me. He found me lying on the floor, after I tried to - I tried to - It's not important what I tried to do. What's important is that he saved my life. That's why we are friends today. I owed him something. I owed him answers. I owed him a reason to save me again.
After that I was falling into memories. Insted of trainig until I couldn't do anything anymore, I did nothing but think.
That's when he saved me again. He - he wanted to hear what happend.
So I told him everything. It was like a therapy. I would tell him and he'd just listen."

"Who's he?"

"It's him."

"Who?"

"Don't you see him? Just over there."

"I'm sorry. I don't see him."

"But you have to."

"I'm sorry. I wish I could believe you he's there but -"

"You don't believe he's there?"

"No."