My best friend:
I've slightly touched this subject before. My best friend for now and eternity, through good and bad until death does us apart has already been taken by the Grim Reaper.
On the 22nd of March, my best friend Shaunnee was going to leave to Canada to visit her dad. Unfortunately that day is in Belgian history known as the day of the terrorist attacks on Brussels Airport. Shaunnee was still alive and rushed at the hospital where she passed away two days later.
I never went to see her in the hospital. I couldn't. I was too scared. And now I never had the chance to say goodbye. To tell her I loved her. And I know she knew that but it's just knowing that I don't have that opportunity anymore feels like something's eating me up from the inside.
I miss her in the smallest things as well. I miss the text messages in the morning, the hugs when we saw eachother. The laughs we shared and even the tears.
On one hand I'm happy I never saw her in that bed, dying, because I wanted to keep the picture of her in my mind. The smiling crazy friend. Not someone in a hospital bed waiting to die. On the other hand... Well.. I already explained that.
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30 day Writing Challenges
RandomIn this book I'll be doing some 30 day Writing Challenges. I see this as an opportunity to give you a chance to peek into my mind. That's why I felt like making a cover that kind of shows you who I am. Hope you'll enjoy!
