We never spoke about August 4th, 2005.
It was a silent agreement we had, Cameron and I. Small grateful smiles exchanged in the hallway were our only form of communication in the eight years that followed. He had his friends and I had mine, simple as that.
Through middle school up until his high school graduation last year, it felt a little easier knowing that he and I shared the weight of our burdens, making daily life a little easier for each other. We didn't need to talk to know that we weren't alone.
The last time I had seen him was during his graduation ceremony, which I felt obligated to attend. Tattoos covered with a traditional black gown, messy brown hair hidden under a cap, the only thing recognizable was his face. I had clapped along with the audience full of proud parents and siblings, smiling a little from my seat in the furthest row.
I spent senior year feeling more isolated. Cameron was off at some post secondary campus, while I was still at our little high school. Eventually my own graduation came around and I accepted an offer to attend the University of Toronto.
Bags packed and goodbyes said, I left at the beginning of the summer to my new little apartment to settle in.
There was still a glimmer of curiosity I couldn't seem to leave behind, how was he?
But then again, life has a funny way of showing you what you need.
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