When we were 17 we made a promise to each other to always and forever go to that café everyday (with a couple of exceptions) and get the same drink and sit across from each other.

I knew you were the closest thing to a bestfriend I had and you knew I was closest thing to a best friend you had.

So, since I was your bestfriend I knew something was wrong. Very, very wrong.

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I bounced in line next to you and smiled at him.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Good." You said as you gave me a faint smile.