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Caden here!

That's the author, by the way.

This story is from Kyle's POV, for any wonderers.

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The air was cold, and I could see my breath. Clouds covered the sun, and snow would surely fall soon. Or rain. I didn't check the temperature; I don't see the point. If it snows, okay. Rain? Great. I gave up caring about a lot of things, a long time ago. Trivial matters, such as this, topping the list.

I sigh, and a long puff of misty looking air leaves my mouth and dissipates. He would love the weather today... How the sun doesn't feel like waking up, and the now falling snow. Not that it's different from the weather any other time... But he would still love it. I chocked back tears, as I almost always do every damn time I think of him. I took a deep breath of the cold air. It burns my lungs, but it was a good hurt. Distracted me. Let me know I'm still alive.

I shouldn't still be like this, I know. With a sharp pain I remember next Wednesday would have been our two year anniversary. But who knows if we would have still been together. I'd like to think so. I'll celebrate next Wednesday in silence.

He loved celebrating stupid things like that. He wouldn't ever say it, no. Nor would he smile. He never smiled, but that was okay. I could always tell when he was happy. His eyes would light up, and just that made me feel happy.

I didn't realize the tears rolling down my face until my nose started running. I let myself cry, slipping down the brick wall to sit.

"Garret..." I whisper his name, and tears just come faster. I miss him. I've been trying to deny that as much as I could. For months I tried to forget... To move on. But I can't. Maybe because it's my fault he's gone, or because I loved him so much. It's also possible that it's just because he was the only person in my life that meant much of anything to me. And he just left me alone.

I'm not angry at him. No, I could never be angry at him. As my tears died, all I could feel was... nothing. So many emotions were going through me that they just died all at once, creating a numb feeling to take it's place. I wish the numbness would stay, but I know this isn't the end of my depression.

"Hey."

I glanced up at the blond standing before me. A cigarette was sticking out of his mouth, his blue eyes fixed on me.

"Kenny." I mumbled.

"Don't sound too happy to see me." He said, a smile playing on his lips.

"Of course I'm not."

"Bitch."

"Whore."

He grinned and sat down by me. Our friendship never really died, though honestly, there were several times it should have. "Cigarette?"

"Hell no."

"Hm. You don't know what you're missin." lit up another one and put it to his lips, inhaling deeply. I made a face.

"Disgusting." I mumbled.

"Shut up. You used to like them." He said. "Before HE came along and made you quit."

I punched his arm.

"Bitch." He said again. I'm assuming that's his favorite word.

I didn't bother responding, so he leaned over, pulled the cigarette from his mouth, and pressed his lips to mine. This wasn't uncommon with Kenny. He liked to kiss me, though I never returned it. When he pulled away I wiped my lips and groaned.

"You taste gross."

He grinned. "You love it."

"Quit deluding yourself."

"Mhmm."

He kissed me again. It was never rough or demanding, which wasn't something I would have expected from him before. It was soft and sweet, almost loving. But It was a silent rule that I never kissed back, just let him do what he wanted to then let him leave.

Though, it was never more than a kiss.

Kenny pulled away, smiling. "Gotta go. Later, babe." He got up and left.

"You walk like a whore!" I yelled after him.

He flipped me off and turned a corner. It was then that I wondered when I would see him again. Kenny liked to disappear for no reason, then come back days, even weeks later, with a crazy story to tell. I don't even know if I believe half the shit he spouts.

The bell rang, and I got up. It was time for the only class I deemed decent- art.