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January 12th, 2018
ETHAN
DOLAN RESIDENCE
I sat on the couch, alongside with my sick brother. He had come down with the common cold, but him being over dramatic, he treated it as if it were Ebola.
Tissue boxes everywhere, 5 blankets covering his body, him coughing or sniffling every 5 seconds. Asking me to do absolutely everything for him.
But he was my brother and my best friend, so I didn't mind him being dramatic by any means, because I know sometimes I can be the same way.
"E, can you go and get me some ice cream, my throat hurts." Grayson's scratchy voice whined, his eyes not once moving from the tv that played a show on it.
"Seriously bro? It's like 11." I raised a brow.
"Please?" His head groggily turned towards me, his bottom lip pouting.
"Gray-"
"Please?" He whined again.
I looked down at my knees, letting out a sigh.
"Fine." I stood up, walking towards the front door.
My hands reached for my key that hung on they key holder.
"Cookies and cream?" I asked.
"Please." Grayson called out.
I opened the door, closing it after I stepped outside.
My car made the familiar beeping noise as I pressed the unlock button on my keys. I got in my car, lazily turning it on.
"You owe me, Grayson." I huskily said to myself, letting out one small chuckle.
I backed out of the driveway, then drove along, making my way to the nearest store.
My right hand held the steering wheel, my left arm propped up on the door, my fingers gently brushing through my untamed hair.
It wasn't common that I made 11 pm ice cream runs, so quite frankly, I was a bit grumpy about it.
I was exhausted and today wasn't a good day for me. Not only was I basically a slave at Grayson's foot, but it was a very special day that isn't so special anymore.
Today would've been the 12 year anniversary of my proposal to Spencer. No, not marriage, but friendship.
When we were 6, we promised to be best friends forever, but that didn't help the fact that I was head over heels in love with her.
I loved her with all of my heart. We always did everything together.
She made the worst of times, the best of times. She was always so bright and positive.
She was the girl everyone described as a ball of sunshine. She always had a smile plastered on her face, and it was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen.
When she went missing, I lost it. I did everything in my power to find her, but I was too unfortunate.
I couldn't find her.
The town didn't give up, though... at first, at least. They looked for months, but eventually they realized that we weren't even close to solving it. We had no clues. She just vanished. The police ruled it out as a lost cause. The case was closed and filed as an unsolved accident.
I begged for everyone to keep looking, but even I was holding onto false hope. On the inside, I knew there just was nothing I could do.
I had to come to terms with the fact that my best friend was most likely dead. It's been over a year and she's still gone.
There isn't a moment I don't think about her.
There's just too much to remember. How are you supposed to forget someone who gave you so much to remember? I think about her all the time and I can't stop.
