He smiled, not the most forced one I saw on him. The most fake one he gave me was on the day we met in school. The day I ripped his clothes apart, while he tore my hair out.
Ah, that gave me nostalgia.
"I am no man of waste", he grumbled and instantly opened the carton.
I huffed, even breathing drained all the strength from me. Every time my eyelids shut, I needed to fight for them to open again, only to watch Win drink his strawberry milk in... peace. Deafening peace.
A lone tear streams down his face, followed by many other. I knew, the heat was in his eyes for minutes now. Props on him for holding it back that long. But I kind of wished that he held them back for a little more. Since now, I wasn't able to hold back mine. I had no strength to wipe them out of my face. So, I helplessly stared at my coffee blur in front of my eyes.
"I'm sorry Win", I whispered. "I just wasn't enough I'm sorry."
That hollow feeling spread up to my fingertips, leaving them shaking. I hated it. I hated it.
Something, just one thing in this world, I wanted to change.
"I did my best." I really did.
"I know", Win said, wiping away my tears.
"I'm sorry. I failed you as a best friend."
"You didn't." His arms wrap around my body, barely touching me. Still, they gave me the warmth and comfort I craved for. The last warmth I would feel... in forever.
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Strawberry Milk {a short story}
Short StoryA story about two friends serving in a magical war. A story about friendship. A story about wishes. A story about promises. A story about heartbreak. This is actually a story of a writing competition I participate in. The topic was: "Fortunately, th...
