It was Micheal. My bestfriend. We've known each other ever since primary school.

He was a year older than me. The tone of his voice, and his beard made his age very evident.

"Yo bro, how have you been? I just saw that guy pull a gun on you. Are you okay?" Micheal asked with a worried look on his face.

"He caught me by surprise. I would have beaten his ass right there if it wasn't for that gun of his." I tried sounding brave by raising my voice a bit, but we all know how coward of a person I truly am.

Up until now, all I can think of was Mikayla. Why was she always on my mind? It's as thought she does not want to leave. It's as though her scent still clinges to my skin. I can still picture the memories we could of made today. But nevertheless.

After plus minus, 10 minutes of being completely zoned out, my day dream is disrupted by a on coming man .

"Move out the way!" as I turned around, it was already too late. Within minutes i...