Link's POV
Rhett and me have been suffering so hard recently. We have been to therapy and everything. Nothing seems to be helping. My mind is all over the place, and Rhett won't leave the house. I'm the only person who he will talk to. He knows I'm going through something similar. See, Rhett's wife and kids all died on a plane crash on the way home from Miami. And my wife left me because I was always with Rhett and she thought something was going on between us. She got full custody of the kids and I haven't seen them since. We just talked one night and both broke down. We are still best friends though, thank the Lord. If we weren't, I don't know where we would be. We try to tell each other things but sometimes its difficult because we aren't in exactly the same situation. As we are both suffering from depression, it can be difficult to help each other. Still, I'm glad I have him though. I can't imagine my life without him because he's spent so long with me. I hope he knows he will always have me. I hope he's okay because I haven't heard from him in a couple of days. After his wife and kids' passing he couldn't bare to live in that house, or that street. So he moved to the other side of town. I am going to see him tomorrow and we talk to each other every night so we get by. He means the world to me. Who would've thought that at the tender age of six I would have made the best friend, in fact the only friend, I would ever need. I genuinely need him in my life. Not seeing him everyday is killing me. We can't even work together anymore. That's why we called it quits to GMM and Rhett moved away. I do miss him. I can see that we are growing further apart though because he is grieving and sometimes wants to be alone. I respect that and give him some time. I've never seen him this broken. Of course I am that way too, but he is worse off than me. At least I still have the chance to see my kids one day. Every night I talk to him he sounds more and more empty. Sometimes I think if I get up in the morning then I will end up doing something really stupid so I don't leave the bed. I don't trust myself anymore. I also have an eating disorder because I thought my wife left me because she'd found someone better, despite her countless times telling me it was because she thought I was having an affair. I didn't try to save the marriage. Not because I didn't love her, but because the arguments were becoming more and more frequent for the both of us. I knew it was the end of the road so when she told me she was leaving with the kids I hugged them goodbye and cried privately to myself. That was when it kicked off for me, but Rhett was okay then. That was before his family passed.
It was a bright summer afternoon when it happened. He had been staying at my house because he was lonely and I needed an escape from my troubles. We were for some reason watching the news and the news that a plane from Miami had crashed and almost all passengers had died. This was the day after it happened. Almost all the bodies had been identified, except three. Then Rhett received a phone call telling him to go to the hospital because they thought they had found his wife and kids. We drove there and he identified the bodies. I felt so bad for him and he didn't push me away. He instead asked me to comfort him. He stayed at my place for about two more weeks before breaking the news to me that he was moving. That he didn't want any reminders of his family because it was already hard enough. After the funeral, the cremation and the delivery of the ashes, I drove him to the train station and the last thing he said to me before he left was "Link, take care of yourself. And come to visit me. Call me every night on the phone. And any other time you have any other trouble, you know where I am. Just one call away. You will always be the greatest friend I ever had. And I will pick up the phone to talk to you if I need to. You won't get rid of me too easily."
With that, he was gone. He had made me promise to call him every night. A promise I will never break. He was okay until he moved. He told me he missed me but he couldnt face California after all that. I miss him too. Every day. I can't wait to see him tomorrow. I'm afraid he will break down again. Normally he tries to be strong for me. And I try my hardest to be strong for him. It's been a year since I last saw him. We were both excited. I was going to spend a week with him whilst we were both off work. 3 years ago was when they died, his family, I mean. Which means 3.5 years without mine. I wish I could get a lousy phone call or a letter off the kids. They may be with Christy, but they are still my kids. 6 months and it goes to court again and I can fight for them all again. They told me before they left that they don't hate me, and no matter when, or where, it was that they saw me next, they would make sure they were with me to stay. I will make sure I get them back. Maybe they can help.
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