The letter I had been waiting for finally arrived. It was from my best friend in Japan! My eagerness to read the letter took my thoughts back to my memories as I tore open the envelope.

The two of us have been friends since back in primary school. We were always there for each other. Because I was always very immature then, she always took lead. That meant that she was always there for me, like an elder sister, despite the fact that I was a bit taller than her.

“You’ve seriously got to think for yourself sometimes…” she’d say,“We are no longer babies, so stop crying!”

I guess you could see where that was going. Yes, I was a crybaby, even for the tiniest things. See what I meant by immature? Totally lame. I would always want everything, and when I didn’t get it, I would cry, like a little baby. Sucks right?

Anyway, it was her who would stand up for me, not to forget to mention, knock some sense into me. And this is where our friendship was forever.

But it wasn’t. It was in our eleventh year that we were torn apart. Why? Well, I’d say I was betrayed. During that time, she met a new girl, the one who I had never seen before. It was also then that my sixth sense was awakened. I had felt something wrong about that new girl, a feeling that I could never forget. She scared me. But when I told my best friend of my thoughts, she shook it off.

“Oh come on. How bad could she be?” she said, with that new girl smiling, probably sniggering at me. How could she?! That brought me to the last straw, that’s how we broke up.

Years later, I matured. I learned how to stand up on my own, doing everything by myself. I met new friends, started a new life. And that was when she begged for forgiveness. Indeed like how I had felt, that new girl was murderous. And now, my ex-best friend was the victim.

It took us longer than expected to get back together again, and this time, it was harder. And a few months later, she left the country.

I returned back to my senses as I read the letter. It was funny, the handwriting was wobbly, the words were unreadable. What’s more, it was…sad? Then I knew why. It seemed that my best friend had a sickness that needed her to get treatment overseas. That’s why she left the country. And that’s when I learned something else. This was her last letter. She’s already dead. I stared at the date on the letter. June. Now’s already October! How long has it been?! Terrified, I fell to the ground, holding the now wet letter in my hands.

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So long, my best friend. Forever…