Stories of a dead person

Misplaced

I woke up to my alarm.

Got ready for school.

Left my house.

Walked to school

But something feels different.

Oh yeah, he's not here.

Every day day of middle school, since my 5th year, we walked together to school. The relationship was, what I would call, strictly professional. The only purpose was to not have to deal with the lonely walk to school by yourself. Even if it was early in the morning, we didn't even have to talk all the time. Just knowing someone is there was nice.

We promised each other after middle school, to keep in touch during our high school years. He was my best friend. We ran out of things to talk about, our different interests created a wall between us. It felt like every one of our conversations after the first semester of high school was purely for check ins. After a while we both knew it was best to quit the forced interactions.

It just doesn't feel right anymore.

I stare at the empty spot he always used to wait me at. The sidewalk in front of my house. Going to school with other people isn't the same.

They don't call when you're late.
They don't tell you to shut up the second you mention school.
They didn't buy me gifts when they went out the country.

The relationship was the bare minimun, but the fact he put up with me for so long makes me upset at the fact that I've possibly screwed this up.

I was too boring.
I'm a boring fucking person.

It was a long time ago. I'm a sophmore now.
I'll never forget him. I'll never forget you. You shaped me as a person but it wasn't enough to save me
Thank you.