I sat in a front row pew staring at a coffin before me. I smiled, my old friend Dean had been laying inside the coffin. Although, Dean had always felt like more than a friend to me. I had known someday one of us would die, but I wasn't afraid. Dean used to always say 'god only takes a person when he believed they had lived life to the fullest'. I never believed in god, but Dean was always a believer. Yet today as I sit here thinking about it, I feel as though god waited a little longer than he had to. Almost as if he were extending our time together. If he was real that is. I still remember the day that I walked in on his lifeless body, just laying there in his bed. As I recall I climbed into the bed next to him and pretended he was just sleeping. I remember holding his cold hand up against my chest hoping for something. I don't know what fo but it didn't matter at the time. As it seemed he had died peacefully in his sleep, or at least that's how the detective put it. However, I knew that wasn't true. No one knew the truth but me. If I had said anything about it people were sure to think I was just a crazy old man. It was like everything had happened so long ago, but it was really very recent. Every time I think about Deans passing I wonder to myself, how did we end up here?
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Red-Letter Day
ParanormalWesley Adams & Dean Williams are two best friends living in 1923, New England. Assuming that the two are in love, Wesley Adams goes in for the kiss. Yet, what happens when he does? When the two friends go their separate ways you wouldn't believe wha...
