I once had a friend named Casper.
He was my childhood friend.
He would visit me all the time and listen to me.
He would say he would always be there for me.
I got so attached to him, I believed and kept his promise.
But one day, he told me he had to move to Washington.
I was so heart broken that I yelled at him.
12 years later
I am looking through my childhood memories when I saw a drawing of me and a man wearing a white mask that I drew when I was 6. I remembered who it was and called my mom. I showed her the drawing and asked her if she remembered Casper. She looked at me with a weird expression.
"Who's Casper?"
Credits to my friend Jea aka nochuu_kook for writing this short story for me.
