I eat proses for breakfast

A Winter Story

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I am in love —well, I have always been. He was my neighbor. Both being raised by a single parent, we instantly became close. We went to the same school and had the same circle of friends but if you'd ask us who is our most significant person, without faltering we would utter each other's name.

Same things happens to us everyday. Eat with our friends at the cafeteria, walk home together and coming over to play video games. But our most favorite thing to do is watch sunset by the ocean. Our life is like series of infinite loops and I intend to keep it that way —not until highschool. He, being musically inclined since God-knows-when, decided to form a band. Our life took a 180° turn –he became a busybody while I became more selfish.

Moments we spend together gradually lessened. He struggled to keep us taut as we were afore, juggling our relationship and his troth to the band.

"???? ??? ??? ??? ??, ?????!", I asked him one day. Before I could hear his response, I turned far-flung.

Narrow minded, I know. I should've been his buttress and anchor in fetching his dreams. When I came back to my senses, I was too late. In his room, there was only his guitar with a broken string and his lifeless body hanging from the ceiling. Tears cascade on my cheeks. With my blurry eyes I saw a piece of paper on the floor.

" ??? ??? ??? ????? ?? ?? ? ???? ??? ??? ???, ? ?????'? ????? ??? ?? ??????."

I let out a loud cry —the sound of my voice was agonizing but when I looked to see his face, I felt my heart being teared apart. He suffered whilst all I did was tormented him –thus, no one is to blame but me. I rummaged my fingers through fingers. No, I was wrong. You don't have to answer me this way.

"???, ? ????."

&&fin.