"What a day" Kyle Wilson chanted as I went to grab my car keys. Kyle Wilson is twenty-five, two years older than me. I met him in high school and we are now roommates.

He is very smart, but a real troublemaker too. He got in trouble in his classes and he used to blame it on me.

He was suffering from stage four cancer. I was sure I would loose him soon, And that day came soon enough.

Kyle, he passed away.He was a kind of person you can never forget. I sure did miss him. Not a single day passed without his thoughts. I tried to move on, but I just couldn't. I decided to open my own clothing store so that I could focus more on other things then him.

Surprisingly, the store was a great decision. I sold the store in exchange of a large sum of money. I donated a large percentage of it to help the people suffering from cancer.

I was out for a walk but I suddenly bumped into a girl who was about my age but I soon realised I had seen her somewhere. Than it hit me, She was Kyle's younger sister, Jenna. She recognised me and we talked for a while. She was going to the graveyard and asked me to come with her.

We both went to Kyle's tombstone and Jenna's eyes filled with tears. I drove her to her home and went to the graveyard, again.

"Everybody misses you Kyle's what I said standing right in front of Kyle's tombstone hoping that he could hear me from the other side. I talked for a while and it felt really one sided. I decided to go home.

Next chapter tommorow.
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