My Best Friend (Planet or Plastic)

My Best Friend

Day one. The very start of my life. The love and acceptance that you feel when you enter the world is overwhelming. My parents and soon-to-be friends swam around me in a tight circle, wishing me good luck with my journey.

But there was one friend that stuck out the most to me the most. She didn't speak much and her camouflage was all the wrong colors. 

But that didn't matter to me. We were best friends from the first time we met eyes. We had a mutual acceptance of each other that I can't even put into words. I would give up my life to save her's. It was like we were programmed for each other.

Fate.

No, that wouldn't sum it up.

My best friend.

It may seem extreme for me to say, but it was not to me. As a newborn seahorse, it's my duty to be a bit like an airhead. But I say that in the kindest way possible. Nevertheless, if being an airhead gifts me with a best friend, I'll take it any day.

A life filled with adventure and wonder was what I saw. I saw myself growing up and having children. But my best friend would still be beside me. Sure, I would have a beautiful and large family with people that loved me, but that would never stop my undying love for my best friend.

It was set in code.

After my parents had shown me the whole coral reef, it felt like my duty to show it to my best friend. She did, after all, want to be everywhere. People like her were everywhere. So she must want to be the same. Everywhere and loved by everyone.

It was probably something with my best friend's species. They all stuck around my fish friends like a lost puppy. There wasn't a single fish without a 'best friend' like mine. And this was my favorite part of being alive. I could be loved unconditionally by my friends and family. And I could have a beautiful future. 

The expectations were as high as the beach.

But soon, it became harder to breathe. It became harder to see, to swim, to smile, to speak. I may have been young, but I knew what it was. I was dying. And my best friend was the cause. My best friend was slowly killing me. All of the fish had their best friends killing them. It wasn't my best friend's fault. I knew that. She didn't ask to be here.

Someone else had done it.

And now I was suffering.

Slowly, my eyesight went out. Then my hearing. And then my heart stopped.

Maybe this world wasn't as beautiful as I put it out to be.

Because on day one...

That was the day I died.

From human's throwing garbage in the ocean.

I was young...

I thought it was my best friend...

And that's why I died.

Day one. The very end of my life.