Moving on.

He was my Best friend. Notice the word was. It's basically like he left me on a stranded island with a dragon and a helpless bunny. The dragon being my school and the helpless bunny being Reese, My best friend. I was bullied, physically and mentally. He was my protector, my rock, my superhero. But all that changed when he left. Now he's in a world famous band. It's been 3 years. No calls, no texts, no nothing. I was heartbroken, depressed and done with him. I was moving on.