The three of us you see we might as well be family. We spend practically every day of out God awful lives together. Everyday after we're set free from the prison we call school, we sit down at this small cafe and talk about all the FMLs of our day. As long as we had Luxury's life wouldn't get to us. As long as we stayed in the building all life's woes would seem fake. It was us against the world I thought, but that soon began to change. 514Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdnQfu3Z8kN
Aqil had become cold, pale, and almost lifeless, he seemed to be absent. Not even Star wars cheered him up, neither could art. His life had lost all meaning to him. Luxury's couldn't bring him back, he just gave up. He stopped his treatments about a month ago and the beautiful brown curls he once more were now thinned and dying. You could tell he didn't want to fight anymore, there was no will power left in him. His milk has spoiled , he was ready to expire, but we weren't ready. Ready for out mini brown Da Vinci to leave us with his story to tell.
Most days I just waited for that call others I just tried to get him out of his house. I've never been in situation where someone was just ready to go. Ready to leave so soon. One thing Aqil always said is "One day are milk will spoil, and we'll be thrown out, but on that day we're not just spoiled we're something new." , it was his mantra.
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