Almost Perfect World

I Miss You

Finally, the door ring sounded, and Drew was waiting for me outside. In the moment he saw me, he smiled happily, so did I. He hugged me so tight. I forgot to say that Drew would always give great hugs. I had missed that so much.

I left home and we went for a walk, as we had planned. Drew kind of lived near my house. We decided to take the walk in a park that was about ten minutes far from my house.

We both talked about our lives until we reached the park. But, we were not really saying anything at all. We were just saying insignificant stuff about ourselves that did not really matter to us. We both were avoiding the theme that we also wished we could talk about.

Drew bought two ice creams; one for him and another one for me. He was always very nice with me; well, with everyone. No matter how somebody treated him, he was always wearing a smile and being nice to people. I did not know how he could do that, but I loved it. Drew was like James' brother, and James' family was my family. Like James, I knew him since I was very young; I was about six years old when I first met him.

There was something I hated about Drew though. He was so good reading sights. Lying about your feelings with him was something almost impossible. With a stare towards me, he could know if I wanted to say something or I did not. He could know if I was lying or not. Sometimes I liked that, but other times... I did not.

I felt that he did not want to talk about James, neither did I.

We were sitting in a bank while we were eating our ice creams. We were not saying a word, just eating and doing nothing else.

"Drew..." I started. "How have you been doing these months? I mean, don't tell me what you'd tell your parents for them not to worry. Tell me the truth."

My friend sighed. He looked at me, with sad eyes. Then he looked at the floor and stopped eating his ice cream.

"I..." He took a deep breath. "I haven't been very well. How about you?"

"From what I've been told, better than you," I replied. "I haven't been good, but I heard you had a really tough time for longer than me."

Drew started telling me about that tough time I had heard about. He told me that he became depressed a few weeks after James' death. With his eyes full of tears, he also told me that he still felt like it all was his fault. I hugged him so tight, and said that it was not his fault. That was the truth. James' death was not his fault.

We stopped talking about that because we both agreed that it was not going to make any of us feel good.

Suddenly, some minutes later, I changed my mind. Something out of the blue came to my mind, and I had to tell him about it. I had an idea, not a clear one, but still an idea.

"Drew, "I said. "I know we've agreed, and we don't want to talk about this anymore, but I feel like we have to."

He stared at me, and his facial expression turned sad again.

"Why do you think we have to?" He said, while his voice kind of cracked. "Well, if you want to, it's okay to me."

"Yesterday, I saw some kids bullying another one," In that moment, Drew's facial expression turned into angry, really angry. "In which was your school too."

Now it is time to add that Drew used to be in the same high schol than me, but he decided to leave that high school and moved to another one since he could not stand being there anymore.

"I made them stop," I continued." And they stopped. I kind of threatened them. If you're going to say something aganist me, remember that you'd done the same if you had been there, I'm sure about that."