“It always gives me a good feeling, always when I look at this picture” he said to me. I smiled. He is my best friend. I know this is unique. We were the proof that friendship between a boy and a girl exist. “ me too” looking in his eyes while saying this. It was a picture from us, when we were young. We were already best friends when we were 3 years old. “ I’m going to Thomas, I’ll see you Sunday? “  “okay, but promise me one thing” he said with a strand voice, “ don’t let that boy hurt you okay?”. This always made me annoyed. “ he would never hurt me, he loves me and I love him, bye. “ I ran away, without giving him a look. This wasn’t the first time it happened. Every time this happened, exactly at 00.00 he called me. And his first words were: Hey donkey, don’t run away like that okay? And then we talked for hours in the night. But this time, it felt different. I felt like a betrayed him, somehow I knew something was wrong. I arrived at Thomas his house. I had a great time, but something felt wrong.
It was 11.30 in the evening. My phone was right next me. Like always. I waited, and waited. Watched some pictures of us. And then, finally it was 00.00. My phone went. I automatically pressed the OK button and held the phone beside my ear. But I didn’t hear the donkey sentence. I was confused, and I looked at my phone. I saw a message, a message from Thomas. “ we need to talk.. “ I know what this meant. I began to cry. Waiting on john’s call. I waited and waited. But he didn’t call. I was angry, sad and scared at the same time. I couldn’t sleep all night. The next morning, I cycled to his home. As fast as I could. I just felt something was wrong. I arrived at his home. I ringed the bell 1000 times. His mom opened the door, she was crying. I hugged her immediately. She told me that john was upstairs. I gave me a kiss on the head and I ran upstairs. There he was, in his bed. My best friend, my soulmate john looked like shit. I said it. “ Omg john you look like shit, what happened? “ He laughed with me. “ I’m sorry donkey I didn’t call”. “ Doesn’t matter, but what is wrong?” is said with the little voice I had. “ I have cancer darling, I have it since last year. Yesterday I was really sick. I’m not sure how long I have to live.” I felt. I just felt on the ground. Everything disappeared. Except John. I saw everything, all are adventures, all our stories. “don’t you cry babe, I don’t like that” he did that sign he always did. I knew I had to hug him now. I did it. I hugged him. He pushed his mouth on my ear. “ hey donkey, will you take care of me?” I smiled and cried at the same time. “ of course, I’ll always take care of you.”

To be continued...

21-05-2012 om 22:42 geschreven door Ruby