It's a cold day. Well, it's always cold. But today is extra icy. As I walk up the steps into the building, I feel his presence. I know he's near. Is he watching me? Or is my sanity now questionable?
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I walk into the building and it's dark. Black and dark red everywhere. I slowly move in towards the heart of the room. I promised myself I would sit in the chair closest to the door and I would keep my head down, but I couldn't. Curiosity got to the best of me. I walk ever so slowly, each step painfully echoing. I feel him glaring at me. I feel others glaring at me, too. I lift my head slightly, and there he is, sound asleep in his coffin.
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"Edward... Wake up..." I whisper, on the verge of tears. He looks very handsome in the stupid box. But where is his soul...? "Edward...!" I start at whispers and end at choppy shrieks, tears streaming down my face like never-ending rivers. "EDWARD...!" I can't stop myself from yelling as I'm being dragged out of the building, away from my best friend.
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And that's when time felt like stopping. Time just took a break and put up the "Be back in a while" sign. That's when Reality slapped my face.
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I'm in love with my dead best friend.
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