I sat in my office and looked out of the big window. The whole day the streets of London were filled with rain and the big,grey clouds did not seem to go away soon. I lit up a cigarette and tried to focus on my work again but I couldn't. The pictures of my best friends funeral a few days ago ran through my head. Without him everything seemed empty and nothing felt right. Even through he had a very different job he never made me feel unhappy at my job and I didn't know why. I clicked the pen I was holding in and out and stood up.
He's dead. He'll never come back. I thought and tried to erase the thought from my mind.
It didn't work.
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November
FanfictionWhen I lost my best friend, I lost everything. /Every legend started as a normal person once. This is the story of a special Friendship which Betty shared with a special person\
