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The last time rain fell from the sky I was in a hospital staring out of the family room of which was occupied by the loved ones of my friend Skittles. The mood seemed to change from mere happiness to the dreadful feeling of worry as we waited outside of the doors to see my friend. We were warned before we entered the room but were also given that little bit of hope that everything was going to work out in the end.

It’s Friday and rain has fallen from the sky again. The wake started at 3PM and I still have yet to make my way to the church. To be honest I’m scared. I’m scared to see him laying their quiet, not saying a word. Skittles was known for a loudmouth and goofy jokes, so seeing him not do neither is scary. It literally sets everything in stone that he is gone, forever.

I still feel like shit for not stopping to say Hi to him when I drove past him a month or so back. I saw him in someone’s front yard being goofy as usual. It hurts.

 

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