I was born in Greece but when I was 6 my dad got a job in Los Angeles, so we decided to move there and I'm seriously so happy we did.
I started in a new school and met a girl called Andrea. Little did I know we would become best friends. In 7th grade we made friendship bracelets with the text until death and we wore them everyday. We also made a promise that we would be each other's made of honour at our weddings, and we had plans for college and possibly be roommates.
I loved to her to death and I would literally do anything for her. She was my everything. We were inseperable.
4 years later I stood there, in the church, bawling my eyes out, and gave a speech. She passed away 1 month before.
To be honest I would rather disappear with her but I can't do that to my family.
I know this sounds weird, but I feel like she's still here with me, I just can't see her.
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