Status: Done

And Then You Were Gone

He was my best friend since first grade. He knew all my secrets. I knew all his. He'd go after the boys who broke my heart. I'd go after the girls. Hepractically was my brother. I was his sister.

However, when I woke up on Monday, with a killer hang over, and a phone ringing besides me, I just had to pick it up. Something in my mind just told me I needed to. Normally I'd role over, and try to go back to bed. Not this time.

Four little words could turn my whole world upside down. I didn't want to believe it. I just wanted to think that this was just some big prank he was pulling, like how he did in middle school.

But it wasn't a joke.

He was gone.

My best friend.

My Jimmy.