Missing Hearts

Reality

So I guess that neither Caspar or Dan, my best friend, was going to be the one. So I set my sights on the only guy left; Peter. He wasn't talking to me, and we weren't exactly friends, but I am going to try and be nice to him tomorrow. Meanwhile, I needed to sort my room out.

Going through all my stuff is going to take a long time, especially all the photos of friends, Dan, and the little trinkets that we had collected together. We had done everything together, holidays, homework, projects, and we used to see each other nearly every night. That was until his Mum died. After that, we grew further and further apart, and he would always tell me how I reminded him of his Mum. Maybe that was the reason why he became more like a friend than a brother.

As I went through my things, I became more upset than I already was, and I shoved everything back to its original place. I sat back on my bed, thinking, daydreaming about Dan, and how much I am going to miss him.

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I fell asleep on the sofa, after trying to calm myself down at about 3am, with tear stains down my face. My eyes were all blotchy, with red marks all over my face and mascara everywhere. I just laid there, staring at the tv; the same one we had had since I was little, the same one me and Dan had 'accidentally' spilt pasta on, the same one we had 'decorated' with paint, the same one we had cuddled up and watched movies on. We had fallen out over such a silly little thing, and now it seems like I've lost a limb. God I miss him, I hope he misses me to...