Prologue
It's been 3 years since I saw him. Most people have moved on but I don't think I'll ever be able to. I'm not the type to move on after going through everything we did. No we weren't dating. We were best friends, we had been since the first day we met when we were 2.
Who am I? My name is Alexis Hill, I'm 21 years old now. I have long wavy brown hair and green eyes. I live in a small one story house. I work at a small book store that's two minutes away from my house. My family is made up of my older sister named Maria, my mom her name is Elizabeth and my dad his name is Sean. I graduated form Redwood high school when I was 18, I played soccer and I was in track. Now I play soccer for UCLA. I also sing, play guitar and I can play the piano. Even though I participate in all of these things I'm alone most of the time, I used to have one really good friend his name was Tristan Marks.
He would be 22 years old this summer but I will always remember him as a young, happy, playful 19 year old who had deep blue eyes and kinda looked like shaggy from Scooby Doo when he didn't shave or cut his hair. I remember he loved to play soccer and he was always outside. But he left us on July 20th 2007.
Sometimes I swear I still hear his voice trying to tell me something. I guess being alone does things to you. It used to bother me but it doesn't anymore. The first year and a half I would wake up in the middle of the night screaming for him but he never came. I guess I'm better now. Kinda....

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Since youve been gone
Teen FictionSometimes I swear I still hear his voice trying to tell me something. I guess being alone does things to you. It used to bother me but it doesn't anymore. The first year and a half I would wake up in the middle of the night screaming for him but he...