Zadya_theia
Dante would always say.
"Goodnight, moon." To me.
And I'd always answer back with a "See you tomorrow, my dearest poet.
Because I'd see him the next day, with his unfunny jokes that he made to make me smile at how stupid they were, and his annoying personality that made him who he was. Like I always did.
But now, I knew... I knew it was my last chance to see him, there would be no next time's or tomorrows. It was my last chance.
So I whispered the words that would forever symbolize my last goodbye to my first real friend, the one who understood, the one who stayed, my soulmate, ... My...
"Goodnight, my dearest poet."
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This is a draft, so some things may be spelled wrong or will be edited when story is complete.