I cried as I looked at her photo. I died inside as I thought about the things we could've had. My life may have been better, or maybe even been worse. I'll never know because, I lost her.
My best friend, Lola, was lying peacefully in her casket. I touched her cold hands with painted red nails. Felt her soft auburn curls. I wished I could see those blue-green eyes open and lit with an inner light. Hear her voice once more. Listen to her loud laugh: that somehow still sounded girly, even when she started snorting.
I knew she'd hate the dress. The dress is red with pink and blue flowers, a collar up to the top of her neck, and had frills on the ends. No doubt her mother picked it out. I knew that if Lola had gotten to choose, she would have been wearing a black dress with spaghetti straps, and a sweetheart neckline.
I wish that in life we were able to go back, fix our mistakes. I wish that I had been a better friend.
I walked to where her parents and older brother stood. Shook her fathers hand, hugged her mother tight, and just barely looked at Ethan. Ethan,two years older than me and Lola, had been one of my closest friends too, no doubt he never wants anything to do with me again.
Her mother whispered as I walked away, " You killed her."
I didn't want to acknowledge having heard her. I didn't want to show my guilt. I just wanted to go back.
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Lost it All
RomanceWhat would you do if your best friend betrayed you? How would you feel if you lost her and realized how much you still needed her even after all she had done. Do you think you could find love through it all? Better yet how would you feel if it came...
