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I stood there in awe at what I saw. I couldn´t believe it, I could feel the floor slipping under me.

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August, 1998.

It was my first day of school, Miss Emma, my fourth grade teacher, announced me in front. There I stood as shy as can be, not one word could leak out of my lips not one sound.

She sat me next to Zack, I found it weird that he would sit there and stare at me for what seemed like hours without blinking, and all I could do was think that I had something on my face. The word seeped out of my mouth “what!?”

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September

After weeks attending school, Zack and I quickly became the best of friends. Every day he would come over to my house and we would play till night fall.

One night I saw the first tear fall from his face as I sat next to him asking him to stay over.

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Two days later I found out that Zack was homeless. His mother was all he had left. There was a fire burn, taking with it, his little brother, father, and all his possessions.

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March

A couple months have gone by since. After school we walked together to my house, passing the train station, and onto the train tracks to a shortcut he knew. We stopped to rest, overlooking the river he sat back on to me. “Do you think that things will be better in the afterlife?” with a tearing voice he said. Getting up from where I sat and grasping a pebble in my hand “I don’t think so; I like life as it is. If it was any other way I would not have met you.” I said as I pitched the stone in the calm river. He smiled at me “your right. But sometimes, I wish I was in your shoes and you in mine.”

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May, 2000

A year after, Zack and I celebrated his welcome home. His room was tight and small but there was no explaining the happiness we shared that day. I even slept over.

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May

His mom was making it out, she was climbing. I can even remember their first used car. The smell it had the first day she picked him up from school. Even though they lived thirty minutes away from my house she insisted to carry me home. We both sat in the back, his hand next to mines and smiled from ear to ear as I told him “congrats”

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Two years, has gone by and my dad is out of a job. He had been on job search for the past month.

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My dad took us out to celebrate, Zack joined in the celebration. As we sat at the table my mom asked “What are we celebrating?” my dad, delayed a bit, but one big smile filled his face. He couldn´t help it he just had to say it. “I got a job.” I could see my mom thinking on how to put it. “Honey, I know you got the job.” “It´s better than you think, I´m the General Administrator of A&T Construction!!” everything went silent, I could see people moving their lips but no words would come out.

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Three months later, my birthday cake sat in front of me. Thirteen candles lit. I heard someone say, make a wish. My eyes shut tight, I then blew.

Zack staid at my house that night, around ten my mom walked in the door “to bed, you two, and happy birth day again.” Even though mom said so, we could not help but to stay wake and talk. Talking about school, to cars, from one thing to another, till finally he asked “how does it feel to be a teen?” I quickly answered “the same…Just that now, I think I have a little more responsibility.” He sighed and wished me good night, while turning his back, and wrapped himself with the thin blanket. I could not help but to watch his silhouette in the moons dim light, the way his body would form that fine line like an expensive European car. He startled me as he catches me watching him. “What are you doing?” his words were like razors and lemons, I could not find myself to telling him that I was watching his beauty. I didn´t know nothing till he was up and into my bed. Laying on the edge of the bed, he grasps my hand in his and wraps it around his chest. I just lie there feeling the warmth of his spine, sifting of on my chest, total happiness.

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Days after, school was done. We had to celebrate, he came over that night, and we begged my mom to let us go out and by some slushiest. She accepted. Along the walk he pulled out of his pocket a small bottle and said that we have to celebrate this the right way. I didn´t want him to know that I was scared of drinking. But he made it seem like a delight. I watched as he placed the bottle to his mouth and wrinkled his face to the taste, his blue eyes shut closed and his wet bangs dangling in front of him. He hands me the bottle, I place it to my mouth, and drank. I didn´t even pay it any mind, I didn´t mind the taste, as long as I knew that it was with him. Before time we both were so drunk that we could hardly stand, laying down on the grass, his eyes shut and his jaw opened he said “I know that you like me, I can tell. You´ve liked me since fourth grade, and I just want you to know that I like you too.” or at least that´s what I wanted him to say. I could not picture anything more than to press his lips against mine. With inspiration filling my head, I leaned forward caressing his chin with my fingertips, I pull him towards me and press my lips against his. His lips once cold now warm, kisses me back. He pushes me away “this will ruin everything. We can´t do this…”

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Four days later, I stand in Zack´s room, hovering over his corpse, a glass of water next to him, and a bottle of prescribed pills spilled over on the other side. He laid there as if sleep, but no breath came from his body; almost in fetal position he grasp his last breathe. I stood there in awe at what I saw. I couldn´t believe it, I could feel the floor slipping under me.

In minutes to red lights flashed in from the windows. My eyes filled with tears, as I saw my one love, my only love dead in front of me.

Could I live on?

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