Goodbye by Ashton Thorne

 How would you feel if someone told you goodbye? What if this someone was your bestfriend for four years? Would you feel hurt if they told you that your the girl they'd do anything for and they've always loved you; but now they're saying goodbye. I can answer all of those questions and tell you that I felt sad and yes I felt hurt. i can tell you that losing my best friend Denver, it killed me inside. We had fought before and we'd got over it; it was different this that time. It's as if we'd been fighting a war for an entire month; there was a constant battle at the front with no breathing room. I knew how it all would end and I remember wishing I was wrong. There would be no victory as we had both fiven up and would much rather the silence.
     I met Denver my first year at East Valley High. He was in my english class and we hit it off right away. We hit it off so well that we ended up dating for a few months. The break up wasn't terrible at all if anything it was for the best as we only grew closer afterwords. Over our next years at high school we managed to create the best friendship anyone could ask for; we had become each others family. We both went through hard times and always overcame it with each others help. I wish that strong bond we had, held on forever.
     During our graduating year, Denver became very depressed. He wasn't living at home, he hung out with the wrong crowd, and the drug problem only got worse. He began to push me away but I fought hard to keep myself in. I spent many nights in tears wishing I could help him' he was my bestfriend, and I felt his hurt.
     No matter how hard I treid and reminded him of the past he continued fighting harder against me. He fought me until it came to a point where I was forced to surrender and he had done the same. There was a barrier between us that was much to strong for me to take down. A few days after, he wrote me a letter filled with words creating his "final goodbye" to me, as he called it. He signed the letter and wrote "p.s. you'll always be my number one girl."
    I never forgot the day I read it and I never got rid of it either. Here I am today, three years later with the letter clutched in my hand, standing before a headstone labelled "Denver Howe. Beloved brother and son." Standing next to me was his mother; she grabbed my hand, turned to me and said "You were his only regret in life, he told me saying goodbye was the biggest mistake he ever made." I smiled at her as a tear started form in the corner of my eye; i looked at the letter. I placed it beside the headstone. My final words whispered in the wind as I walked away, "I forgive you. Goodbye."