I stared out into the water some more. I thought about Tate's death a little and if it was worth it at all. He acted terribly towards me for the past two months, so was it a waste of time? The sun continued to burn my back. It almost felt like Tate was trying to burn me as if I did something to him, maybe I did? I don't feel like finding out because I think I would know if I did. The water sparkled while I stared out at it while the sun kept burning my back. I liked the feeling of the burning. It felt like my skin was peeling away but in a good way, sort of how when you take the first punch and it feeds off into an effect.
The sun sparkled into the water and I thought about my past experiences with Tate.
"You oughta hurry yourself up!" yelled Tate through the ruggish trees and brush.
"I got stuck by one of those needles, Tate!" I yelled back to him
"Oh god, hurry yourself up, it's taken you long enough, McFly!" replied Tate.
We were only about 12 at the time and we played along the river line near his house. Winters were cold, summers were hot. Huge puffy jackets to tank-tops and no shoes. The worst that could happen outside was stepping on an old rusty nail and catching tetanus, at least that's what Pa said.
I sat on the dock some more while my memories of Tate faded in and out. The sun had started to go down and the sky was now pinks, orange and purples and the clouds were long like feathers. The sunsets reminded me of my mother. Ma always liked to stare out the window and look at the sunsets. She said they were "God's Amazement." I never understood.
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