Shitty stories of William and Henry -=[FINISHED]=-

The diary

>I am 18, you are 21, I met you. We were roommates.

>I am 18, you are 21. We were like cats and dogs, yet we were good friends.

>I am 19, you are 22, you gave me a book on my birthday. I still can't remember how you knew I liked making robots.

>I'm 22, you're 25. We hang out. You were a jerk. You got all drunk and talked non-sensically, making me so embarrassed.

>I'm 22, you're 25. You flirted with me. That was funny.

>I'm 23, you're 26. You hate studying, why do you still want to keep studying to get a PhD?

>I'm 24, you're 27. Idiot, just graduate already. You gave me another gift, but it was so fancy. A Rolex watch.

>I'm 25, you're 28. You hadn't graduated yet? 2 PhD's are enough. You took me out to another state. I couldn't believe we skipped class.

>I'm 26, you're 29. You've finally graduated, I didn't get a new roommate. You still pick me up after school, take me out for dinner and come back to my apartment with me.

>I'm 26, you're 29. You... want us to establish a company together? Sounds crazy, but I agreed.

>I'm 27, you're 30. I graduated. Seeing you that day, I realized you'd actually changed: purple hair turned back to dark brown, neat and tidy clothing. Like a gentleman.

>I'm 27, you're 30. I had a girlfriend, you congratulated me.

>I'm 28, you're 32. A rough start, but we've made it. A company stood by your name, and the machines I built (with you). We were heading to success.

>I'm 30, you're 33. You... have a wife? Why don't I know about this? That was so sudden.

>I'm 31, you're 34. My first daughter was born, just a few months after your son.

>I'm 33, you're 36. You had your second son. I... wasn't so lucky... My wife passed away in a car accident...

>I'm 33, you're 36. You still stay by my side, and pull me through my hard times.

>I'm 35, you're 39. Your little daughter was born.

>I'm 37, you're 41. Douchebag, you haven't aged yet?

>I'm 41, you're 44. My daughter... She...

>I'm 42, you're 45. Thank you for everything you've done for me. I've been so depressed after the deaths of two of my most beloved people, but you comfort me everyday, and prevent me from suiciding.

>I'm 45, you're 48. God... I'm so sorry... about your daughter... It was a horrible accident...

>I'm 45, you're 48. Michael... What was he thinking!?

>I'm 46, you're 49. The company are facing many difficulties. I understandd what you had been experiencing, it had once tortured me.

>I'm 47, you're 50. You are doing great. Live. For yourself. For me.

>I'm 47, you're 50. You confessed your love to me. For the first time after 29 years of knowing each other, you told me the truth. I didn't push you away, but I hesitated.

>I'm 48, you're 51. We are still moving on this path together. I will always be with you. I promise.

>I'm 49, you're 51. I miss you. Is London cold?

>I'm 50, you're 51. I met Michael in New York. We've been doing well. He's helping me with everything he can do.

>I'm 52, you're 51. Time is passing by so quickly, Michael is growing up more and more. He reminds me of you. He takes after you, from the voice, the face, except for those eyes... They aren't silver.

>I'm 53, you're 51. Another birthday, I'm getting old, aren't I? You still haven't returned.

>I'm 53, you're 51. Christmas with Michael and Jen, do you remember her? She misses you, Michael misses you, he wants to see you again. I miss you.

>I'm 55, you're 51. I'm coming to London tomorrow. It's almost your birthday. I want to see you again. I have to see you again.

>I'm 55, you're 51. It snows so much, everything is white, just like in the stories you told me about your hometown. It's so cold. Are you cold?

>I'm 55, you're 51. I miss you... William, please... I miss you... I love you... Why did you have to go...?