The image on the screen paralyses me. The mangled face from the accident is unmistakable: it is, my best friend.
The reporter's words drill through my mind as memories of our last conversation haunt me.
His voice on the phone, inviting me to spend that time together we'll never have now.
My refusal, choosing a bland film about his last moments.
Regret consumes me, tearing at my sanity with the stark truth: I will never see him again.
Never again will I hear his laughter, never again will we share a new adventure.
I scream until my throat tears, but the excruciating weight of guilt already dwells in my soul, condemning me to eternally relive that fateful decision that robbed me of what is most precious to me.
My best friend | Ecency
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