Prologue
The day he died, I went missing.
Actually, that's not true.
I died too, technically.
At least, that's what everyone thinks.
I still remember the last thing he said to me.
I think about it every day.
He was walking into the building again, but this time, something was different. This time, he looked back at me.
"Goodbye, love." he said.
And then he was gone.
Just. like. that.
Actually, that's not true.
I died too, technically.
At least, that's what everyone thinks.
I still remember the last thing he said to me.
I think about it every day.
He was walking into the building again, but this time, something was different. This time, he looked back at me.
"Goodbye, love." he said.
And then he was gone.
Just. like. that.
1
Red was the kind of guy who would do something stupid just because he believed in it. He believed in a lot of things. I was one of them.
He told me that, obviously. He was many things, but complicated just wasn't one of them. At least, that's what I used to think. Not anymore.
To any normal person, Red seemed pretty straightforward. If he didn't like something, he'd tell you. If he did, he'd also tell you.
Red wasn't afraid to speak his mind. I think that's what got him in so much trouble.
When I first met him I was five. He was loud and arrogant, but somehow different from the other kids. Like me.
I was sitting alone at lunch again when a girl ran over and said hi. This was the first word anyone had spoken to me in the whole week I was there. We started talking, but she got bored fast. She yawned, took my milk, and speed walked away, laughing. I was so humiliated. How stupid could I be? Of course she didn't really want to talk to me, who would? I was just a loner. I always would be.
Until Red came along.
He had seen everything, and yelled at the girl for me. He even got my milk back. From then on we were best friends. I could tell him anything, and he always looked out for me.
Now that I look back, I think I may have loved him.
So much for that.
He told me that, obviously. He was many things, but complicated just wasn't one of them. At least, that's what I used to think. Not anymore.
To any normal person, Red seemed pretty straightforward. If he didn't like something, he'd tell you. If he did, he'd also tell you.
Red wasn't afraid to speak his mind. I think that's what got him in so much trouble.
When I first met him I was five. He was loud and arrogant, but somehow different from the other kids. Like me.
I was sitting alone at lunch again when a girl ran over and said hi. This was the first word anyone had spoken to me in the whole week I was there. We started talking, but she got bored fast. She yawned, took my milk, and speed walked away, laughing. I was so humiliated. How stupid could I be? Of course she didn't really want to talk to me, who would? I was just a loner. I always would be.
Until Red came along.
He had seen everything, and yelled at the girl for me. He even got my milk back. From then on we were best friends. I could tell him anything, and he always looked out for me.
Now that I look back, I think I may have loved him.
So much for that.
2
I'm think I'm starting to forget Red.
Just this morning I nearly cried because I couldn't remember what he looked like.
I think it's best to write everything I remember about him, before I forget it all.
But not today.
I'm too tired for that.
Just this morning I nearly cried because I couldn't remember what he looked like.
I think it's best to write everything I remember about him, before I forget it all.
But not today.
I'm too tired for that.