Fire and Ice

by littlestar1988

I stood in front of the street at night as I watched my house disappear in flames. And yet as I admired it, I felt a strange sense of joy and freedom. I escaped. I was free. He could no longer hurt me. Drabble.

37. Chapter 37

Not mine.

Chapter 37

"You...you want me to come with you to the funeral? To California? But... but I don't even..."

"Please," he begged. "I don't have any... the only person I have as a closest friend is you. And I know this is...well, it sucks to ask this from you, but I could really use some company. I don't want to be alone."

The way he said the last line, especially the last word "alone", so low, his eyes instantly starting to fill with tears, even if he tried not to show them—all of it was heart breaking.

So I said the only thing I could right now. "Okay."

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