I held onto my own close friend... My only close friend... He was slowly dying, I could tell. I felt a tear roll down my right cheek. "Not you, I can't handle another loss!" I patted his head gently whilst his head was on my lap... I clutched onto my gift from my mother, she gave me it years ago and it's helped me get through a lot, even... No, I don't want to think of her death right now... It's too much. He breathed heavily. He whimpered and licked my cut leg... "Why you and why now?!" It isn't fair and never will be... I guess the best things in life aren't meant to last... Even memories.