Boredom over took them that night. They went to a night club, just for fun. But then it went bad. They ran into someone that's never liked them before. They weren't drunk, but he was. He had a sharp blade in his hand. He was after the tall one first, with almost black hair and green eyes. Then he was after the short one, with a green beanie, and blue eyes. He stabbed one in the back, and the other in the chest. Now there was a funeral being held for them.
The tall one's wife, and two kids were there. The short one's step brother, and mom there. There was one showing, for both. There were two funerals for each family, though everyone paid their respects to both. The burials were side by side, and then they had something at the church, both families welcomed.
The one with the two kids, they were morning for weeks. His kids, they were mourning for weeks. They were both married with kids themselves. The older one, he had ten year old twin boys, those two loved their grandfather. The younger one, she had a two year old daughter, and a month old son.
The one who's step brother came, well he had a really rough time. He couldn't sleep, and he was having mental problems. His wife and their daughter worry about him everyday. Even to this day. Two years after.
The tall one, he was Elijah Goldsworthy. His wife, Clare Goldsworthy lives as a widow, in a small apartment. His oldest, Mason Goldsworthy, and his now twelve year old boys go camping every year around the deaths of the two men. His baby girl, Rebecca made it as a successful buisness associate, and lives in Miami with her two kids, and husband.
Adam Torres, his big brother is scarred for life. He loved him, even if he was stupid one night, and they weren't blood related. He lives in Toronto still, going to thearpy, and getting the mental help he needed. His wife Bianca and his son, have to make sure he's given his pills everyday.
No one thought they were gonna have to live life without those best friends for another twenty to thirty years. But now that they have they wish to have them back, and to never loose them.