It's been a year since Taylor died.
"Is it called a death birthday? Or is it anti - birthday since it's the opposite? Or is it deathday?" Luca asks , not to anyone in particular.
I glare at him.
"It's not called anything , it's the - day - that - our - best - friend - died - day" I answer.
"Didn't you just say its not called anything?" questions Tim.
"Ugh never mind" I reply , frustrated.
Luca snickers.
I glare again.
"This isn't the day to snicker or laugh Luca!" I say.
His smile disappears.
"Sorry" he says.
"Lets go already, I didn't come back here just to hear you 2 argue!" say Tim.
He ended up getting into a university and after that he's planning to go to a med school. He came back just for this day.
"Ok" we both mumble.
We pile into the car and let Tim drive us to the grave yard. I clutch a pale pink rose in my hand , it was her favourite flower.
"Aren't you worried the flower will die?" asks Tim.
"I can just replace it once it dies." I say.
We drive the rest of the way in silence.
Once we get there I grab Luca's hand , for moral support.
As I drop the rose on top of the grave I think of the way of how it fell , just like Taylor.
Uncontrollably , helplessly , hurtling through the air.
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Letting go
Teen FictionNatasha a 14 year old girl has just lost her best friend to a tragic accident. With her other friends Tim and Luca , together they tackle the monster that is grief. "I'm a mess. There is no other way to...
