"Don't tell me you've been stalking me?" I snort in disbelief. "So, you're the guy who brought me in the hospital and the guy I saw in the street."
He stared at me for a few seconds and that's when I knew. Just a simple facial expression can sometimes tell the truth. Since I've known him for nearly four years of my life, or have I really known him? Probably I don't. "You should have left me rotting and slowly dying."
I turned around and headed for the door. "I wished you never gave me the shoebox that contained our memories together. Though I guess you're giving them to me for your final goodbye isn't it. Tsk." I walked out and slammed the door shut. I opened it again. "Thank you for everything, the memories, the pain, and most of all the happy memories. Take care and farewell, Dylan." And that's when I slammed the door shut behind me.
I bolted back home and slowly darkness ran after me, trying to sip my soul from my body.
