I've replayed my friend's final moments again and again in my head. It's a horror I can't unsee. But at least I'll always have the memory of their laughter, their smile. Hopefully, one day, that memory will outshine the other.
One of my dearest friends is gone. They were always there to lift me up, and now... No, I can't fall victim to grief. They would want to see me back on my feet, living life to its fullest.
Now things have settled, I can finally pay proper respects to my deceased friend. Every day without them is a struggle, I confess, but time heals all wounds, as they say. I certainly hope that proves true for me, too.