My oldddddddd high school short story :)

Hahahahaha found another old short story that I made during english class back in high school. Those were the good times. :)

 It was on a windy day where my heart crushed into a million pieces. Where my heart regretted so much. This person is the person whom I cherished the most. He is indeed a good friend. Also, he is funny, reliable and kind. He is always there for me. This person was; my best friend.

It was three day before New Year Day. Me and my whole collage mates were planning to celebrate is at my friend, Gabriella's house. We've prepared everything. From the themes, to even the littlest details. My friend, Dexter, was helping me decorating for the party. People would say he's quiet, nerdy, and everything bad about him. In my eyes, he was totally the opposite of everything that people had been saying.

The next day, we were on our way to the party shop when I was awe-strucked by this beautiful music box. It was dusty, old, covered with webs but it had a melodic tune than the others i saw. Dexter agreed with me on how beautiful the music was. It wasn't a random music like Beethoven's Symphony #5. It's called 'Over The Rainbow'.

I didn't have enough money to buy it since I'm on a tight budget so I just forget about it. The rain came and we hurried to the store. We were soaking wet but I enjoyed the moment. After we bought all of the things, we both slowly walked to the taxi and went our separate ways home. After a few hours, it stopped.

Five more hours 'till 12 am. Dexter was late. I called him but he didn't answer his my call. I sent him a voice mail to tell him that we've started without him. He left me a text message saying he'll be late for the time being. We just continued the party without any knowing where he would be. But deep down in my heart, I could tell something bad was going on. I ignored my intuition and carried on with the party.

5-4-3-2-1!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!! All of us screamed and shouted. Our neighbours might think we're crazy. On the strike of midnight, when everyone was happy, I was the only one who cried. Someone called me, and it wasn't a good news. It was the hospital. Everyone of my friends saw me crying and came to my aid. I had nothing to say. Dexter had died in a terrible car accident somewhere near Orchard Road.

The next morning, I went to the hospital with my heart grieving. I kept quiet as the priest gave his last blessing to Dexter. His family cried rivers of tears. I couldn't help but blaming myself for things like these could happen.

After everyone left the room, I stayed inside trying to make myself think straight. Suddenly, I could hear a soft melodic song coming from the room. As the wind breezed gently in the room, my eyes stopped; looking at the table.

My heart was in pain indeed. it felt like my heart was stabbed, torn and broken into a million pieces. I fell down on my knees as I held that special yet priceless music box. Now I understood what had happened. My mind was telling me that he was indeed a good friend and a special friend. I never knew anyone who would go through a lot of trouble just to tell me he cared about me. In the other hand, I blamed myself. 

Now, I am the one who is crying. My heart is throbbing with pain and everything else doesn't matter. I kept that memory until now because it was the last piece of memory that changed me forever.

This is to my beloved friend who will always be in our hearts. Rest in peace, Dexter.




FYI THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY AND NO ONE DIED DURING THE MAKING!!