Andy and I had been best friends, two young boys on whatever adventure was planned out in our imaginative minds. We refused to grow up, but maybe that was for the better. Because if we hadn't been such immature idiots at fancy rich folk party our guardians took us to, we probably wouldn't have left such an… unique first impression on you.
I'm sure you remember as we make this reference a lot. Andy and I were seeing how much wine we could put in a bucket before it got too heavy. Just as we turned to carry the thing off to dump on old man Gabe's head, we ran into you and your dress looked like it was covered in blood.
Worst thing about it? You ask for an apology and we just looked at you blankly. Andy even went to the length of calling you old, despite the fact that you were only a few years older than him. I hope you weren't mad at that since, well… Andy's blind. And the two of us together are a squad of ninjas idiots.
You hated us for the longest time, always trying to berate us on things we did wrong. Didn't matter Andy kept me happy, always laughing and having funny. He was my sunshine and you know how that song goes? Yeah the one that always used in sad animations on how a character that someone loves died.
Don't get any ideas, he obviously didn't die. His dad just decided that to give education proper to that of a blind man. My sunshine was sent halfway across the country, and that was fine.
But only for awhile.
It became obvious that we were losing touch and he was making friends at his new school. As for me… I didn't have anyone. I never made any other connections as a kid, because I was sure I would keep my friendship forever.
What a fool I was. Apparently a really depressed fool, because my mother decided to do something for my social life and forced someone to hang out with me.
Can you guess who comes in now? Bingo! We got little miss grouch, otherwise known as you!
Let's be honest, the first interactions resembled the compatibility between weed and a majestic pegasus. Mostly silence and tension, before saying something awkward and immediately going home.
Overtime we became used to each other and spoke more. We learned more about each other and really began to actually enjoy each other's company! You introduced to some of your best friends, who in turn became mine.
You became my sunshine. As cheesy as that sounds you literally breathed the air that made me happy. I don't know, maybe I wanted more. Maybe I wanted you all to myself. And maybe it could've happened if not for that one guy.
Mr Casanova, moves to our school which of course sets off an irrational love in your heart like a cliche romance novel. I'm not going to mention his name, we both know it.
I saw you liked him, so for your happiness I let you go at him. It was a mistake.
You stopped hanging out with me for long extends of time and when you did it was always about him. I had to fake my smile and act enthusiastic to make you happy. You talked about him as if he were the greatest guy on earth and it just bred hate into my heart.
My sunshine had become a sunburn.
The other friends didn't get me like you did and it was becoming more and more clear that you didn't get me anymore either.
I guess I kept a few things from you, you should have the right to know.
You called about why I have been absent from school for nearly four months? I guess that was nice enough attention from you to tell you what's really going on.
I'm dying.
Literally dying of leukemia in a hospital.835Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDP4Fa6iNUU
So… I guess now I'll tell you all these feelings I've pent up.
I loved you Sophia. I loved the way we had our sarcastic conversations. I loved your infectious smile and laugh. I loved everything about you.
Now… now I'm not so sure.
I've stopped treatment since it seemed to be going nowhere and since I have no will to live, I think the money's being waisted.
Maybe I should've mentioned this sooner, but I couldn't find a place to tell you in your obsession over that guy. Lola and Jess have known, I guess they kept the secret for you to still not know.
I ask my mom to give this letter to you after I die.
Once a friend
Cole
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