When I was 2, I moved to this place. The place I would be spending the rest of my young life. My parents became friends with the parents of my first best friend. My childhood friend. His parents were together for most of our friendship. They got divorced when we were 13. Things got a little complicated after that. I hung out with him basically everyday so that his parents could figure stuff out. Sometimes he would even stay at my house for a few days, but after everything got figured out, and they both had different houses, I wasn't able to see him every day. Of course, I still saw them a lot. They were at their father's for 3 and a half days and at his mother's for 3 and a half days. It was split equally. We also went to the same school every day, so I got to see him there. I tried to help him make friends so that he wouldn't be so lonely when I wasn't there with him, but he didn't want to make any friends. Every time I tried to introduce him to someone, they would just look down with their hands in front of him. Of course, all my friends loved him. They thought that he was adorable. An innocent kid, which he was, but he just didn't want to talk to himself. He definitely just wanted to be by himself all the time. Even when he hung out with just me, he looked a bit annoyed sometimes. Although, I must admit that I was a bit annoying sometimes. The reason why I'm saying all of this is that I'm scared for him. I'm scared that when he finally leaves for that new town with his father, he'll be lonely. I know that he won't want to make any friends, and that any person that goes up to him will give up on talking to him. Not only that, but I want him to be happy, and I know that he wants to be alone forever. I really hope that everything will go well and that he won't get bullied. In the school that we both went to, he got bullied for being openly homosexual. I hated that only he got bullied for it. I was also openly homosexual, but I never got bullied for it. It was probably only because he was a quiet person that didn't have friends. In their point of view, but of course, he had me as a friend. I helped him out with him, but he didn't want me to confront them because then he would "become popular" as he said. So I respected his decision, but I absolutely hated it. Just standing on the sideline… watching what was happening… without being able to do anything.
"Quince!" my mother yelled. "Come outside. It's time for Tobi to go!" Tobias and I live next door to each other, so I'm able to say goodbye to him before he goes. The goodbye was really emotional. I was crying, and he was on the verge of crying. He was also an emotional person, although he never liked showing it. He never wanted anyone to worry about him, but here I am, worrying about him. I could tell that he didn't want to leave me.
"Come on, Tobi, we need to go now." His father called out. His facial expressions said that he didn't want to separate us. He was also like Tobi: quiet, reserved, lovable. He tried to make sure everyone was happy, but didn't want to talk unless necessary. Like Tobi.
"Alright." Tobi said in response. I could hear his voice wavering, like he didn't want to say goodbye. It made me feel so sad hearing him sad. I was clinging to him, not wanting to let go. He was also clinging onto me, tears starting to come out of his eyes.
"See you in a week." I didn't want to accept the fact that he was leaving now, and I wouldn't be able to see him everyday like before. But at last, things must come to an end at some point in life. I must accept what is happening and not hold him back. We have each other's phone numbers, so we'll be able to talk to each other.
"See you in a week." He could definitely hear that I was disappointed in a way. Of course, I don't want to hold him back, but I can't help but feel like he's going to move on without me.
When he let go of me and I walked away, he got into the car. I could see that he started to cry right away. It pained me so much to see him cry, but I was also crying. Being separated from your childhood friend hurts really bad. More than it should.