An extraordinary story also known as my life

January 10th 2000 (part 2)

Chapter 10

I literally jumped out of the car and ran up to her. I lifted her tiny body up into my arms and before I realized it, I was crying.

"You really are crazy! You could have died! We could have killed you!" I cried.

"I know, but I had to say goodbye, I had a bad morning, got late and then I ran all the way here, but you were already gone, then I saw you're car and..."

"Okay, Lily, calm down, breath," I interrupted her. By this point we were both crying for no apparent reason and as she hugged me even tighter I felt so glad that we at least got to say goodbye, because I honestly didn't know how I would have survived otherwise.

"I love you, Marcus. Please don't leave," she whispered with tears running down her face like a waterfall..

I knew she meant that in a friendly way, but for some reason it brought back the weird feeling in my stomach from the night at the amusement park, the "butterflies". I had been thinking about it a lot during the past two days and I had come to the conclusion that no matter how I felt about Lily she would always be my friend and nothing more. There were many reasons to my decision. First of all I knew what love was, not that I had ever experienced it before, but I had heard of it and from what I had heard, it was not a good thing. People who were in love had a great time with the person they loved.

For a while.

But later on, they would grow apart and what had once been love would be nothing anymore, not even friendship. I definitely did not want that to happen to Lily and me and if we stayed friends, nothing more, it wouldn't.

Then there was also the obvious reason to why I couldn't think of Lily as more than a friend. Her feelings. I knew she did not get butterflies in her stomach when we were together. I knew, because neither had I, until two days ago.

Reason number three was pretty obvious too. I was about to move to the other side of the country. Maybe not literally, but it didn't matter. As long as I wasn't where she was, I could just as well move to the moon. Long distant relationships didn't work, not that I knew from experience, but hey, it was a known fact.

Suddenly my mom's car honked and I was brought back to the world. I realized I still hadn't said anything back to Lily, so I tried my best to give her a smile, a very sad smile.

"I love you too."

If only she knew in what way I wanted to mean that, but I couldn't. So I convinced myself I had said it in a friendly way, just because she had said it to me first.

In a friendly way, of course.

We hugged for a bit longer, not saying anything, since we both knew none of us would manage it. I was almost certain that the butterflies in my stomach got even crazier for every minute that passed by. It was like they had eaten way too much sugar and just couldn't calm down. Although, I really wanted them to. These were my last moments with my best friend and I wanted to focus on saying goodbye and not how much I wanted to kiss her.

No.

No no no no no.

Is it possible to take back your own thoughts and make them, I don't know, unthought? I had not just thought that I wanted to kiss my best friend. No. I hadn't. I was fifteen, soon sixteen years old, so I guess the thought of kissing someone wasn't unusual for a fifteen year old boy, but still. It was not okay if the person you wanted to kiss was your innocent best friend.

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I'm not going to describe our last words to each other. You can probably figure them out on your own. Just imagine a goodbye in a cliché romantic movie and delete all of the kissing in the rain and make the main characters friends instead if lovers.

Because that was what Lily and I were. Friends. We had always been and would always be just friends, nothing else.

Now, I sat in the car. Looking out through the window. For every second that passed I recognized the setting around me less. I was going to places I had never been and I hated it.

Ouch. I suddenly felt an instant pain inside do me.

At first I thought it was a broken heart. Then I reminded myself that life isn't a romantic move and physical pain couldn't be caused by a broken heart. Then I recognized it. It was the pain. The pain of someone fighting death. I screamed.

"What's happening Marcus?" my mother asked with a worried expression on her face. Her worry made me feel bad, because I knew I had been the one causing it.

"The...t-the p-pain," I managed to stutter out through my suffering.

She instantly understood what I was talking about and stopped the car, even though we both knew she couldn't help me in any way. She just sat there, next to me, looking more helpless than I had ever seen her. I hadn't felt the pain for a long time, not this strong and I had always been able to stop it by just looking at Lily. Now I couldn't look at her and it made me realize something I probably should have realized on a certain day in August, eight years ago. The day when I had met Lily. But I was, as you might have understood already, not the brightest kid.

Although, I could see it now. The reason why the pain had stopped instantly the second I had seen Lily that day eight years ago, and all the other times I had felt the pain ever since.

She had been my distraction from the pain. Just like science had been dad's, she had been mine.

And now she was gone.

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Author's note:

Hiiiii everyone! How are y'all? It's been a while and I'm going to blame school. Homework sucks.

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~ Hanna