I miss you, best friend.

Us against the world.

When I ran out from my little house, sobbing, it was already raining. And so I sat under the rain crying, still adjusting the fact that my best friend told everyone bad stuff about me. And the best thing is I was too stupid to figure it out. Instead someone else's had to tell me about it. She asked me why am I still talking to you when you're clearly insulting, making fool of me? And I stand there, stunned, those words did not want to be registered by my brain.

It hit me even more remembering every time you saw me you will give me a big hug and the widest smile you have. You just acted like nothing happened, like you didn't do anything wrong. God. How can I be this blind? Blinded by a devil masked as an angel. I still remember once you promised me that it's us against this world. But now, my darling, I guess it's just me against this world, against you. That's just it, I'm done. I don't see any point for living at this moment anymore. As I closed my eyes the pain slowly die. So did I.