Seriously Carefree

We grew up as classmates. I always seemed to be causing trouble for him whether it was through splashing muddy water, cutting off my own braid, or splattering clay everywhere as my pot flew from the wheel, he always ended up with the blame. Since he was so serious with his black, tied back, shoulder-length, hair and blue eyes, he never spoke up against the accusations and I kept dragging him along all through elementary and middle school. Then, we went our separate ways never to meet again until twenty years later when I arrived at his doorstep out of breath.

I'm dying now. I don't have much time left to live. Foolishly, I managed to run headlong into some dark magic that is slowly taking over my body beginning from my toes. There's a reason I always wear socks now. Shoes and socks preferably. He's all I have left so I'm going to hang around him until the dark magic takes over and leaves my body as nothing but ashes. Then I will be gone.