I woke up on a bed that smelled familiar... I opened my eyes and found myself laying beside George. He was just there laying staring up at the ceiling "Looks like you're awake" he said. "Yeah I guess um... did you sleep on the same bed as me?" I asked. He said "Yup, why something wrong? Im not a pervert if that's what you're thinking." "Of course not." I replied as I pushed that thought away.
I sat up and started thinking then I remembered last night so I asked "George, would you care to explain to me what exactly happened last night?" Silence filled the room in a moment, he stayed silent still staring at the ceiling till he let out saigh then said "Last night was my best friend's sacrifice. He was actually my bestfriend, the only one who knew about my secret, the only one I trusted. He wanted to die, he kept begging me to kill him, and I kept telling him not to give up. Ever since his parents died we lived together like brothers. Till one day he broke up with his girlfriend since she grew towards him. The day after she died and he found a letter in her hand and read that she was suffering from a terminal illness. She grew cold and distant since she didn't want him to get depressed when she dies. Well my bestfriend was frustrated, mad, sad, you name it. He said he couldn't forgive himself that he didn't notice or made any effort to ask her why she grew cold and so he begged for his death to come upon him. And so fulfilled his wish and quenched my thirst which was the blood of the person I trusted the most."
I stayed silent, in shock. I don't think I could do that but not like I know anything since I never had a bestfriend but just thinking about it is kind of sad.