Seven days after you left, three days after your funeral.
I was the little seal and you were the sun.
I was so lonely and you were my only best friend.
Running around our neighborhood, I pictured you in front of me, Sam. Your back looked firm and strong, tousled blond hair glinting, hazel eyes sparkling with mirth, laughing, laughing, and laughing.
In front of me then there was no one. The sun was bright on the horizon, orange and full, preparing itself for a sunset. I pictured holding your face in my hands, kissing your smile, kissing the pain away, telling you, my sun, my sun, my sun but you were not there and I was just an empty husk, cracking open. My memories spilled out like dry sands, out and out until there was not a grain left.
I'd turned eighteen that day and it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair because you were supposed to be there.
I crouched down the pavement with my face in my hands, choking back a sob. There was no air left. I didn't feel real without you. I didn't think I ever was.
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