The dark side of the moon showed the last night. The tides going even further than this morning and the humidity burns my setting palms that rest on the salty sand. A gust of wind, sand, and seawater picked up my dark curly blonde hair blowing into the direction of the four winds. Settling itself, I wrapped a rubber band around the messy locks and tied it into a bun with a single swing. It lopsided as fast as someone can say 'the railroad girlie is a coming'.

A flicker of light lit over the spot I was in relaxing in.

"Autumn, get some sleep. We leave in the morning and I don't want to be late for the train." A musky voice drove into the air above. He stood tall at the gate of the beach, the only place the rays don't hit sand. The red tee and blue blue plaid, he once wore earlier in the day, was gone, a six pack in its place.

A deep breath escaped my lips, as I tried to leave the beauty of the ocean. Its views still keeped me on the edge, everyday, as the long summer days turn to nights. But eventually the sun sets in paradise. My vacation was coming to an end, faster than I could ever blink. The tide draws closer to me. I stood up, grabbed my pearly pink sandals hitting them together to get all sand off. I walk left foot over right, over to him.

"Glad to see you enjoying the views but next time wait for me, or till morning. Promise me. Okay?" He chuckled grabbing my waist with his strong arms. I let out a little giggle and a yelp as he picked me up and swung me over his broad shoulder. My lower abdomen plays teatret toter from his front, with my legs hanging, and his back, my arms pounding on his back side to let me down. With every hit he held me tighter. After a minute of silence and no sudden movement, he walked back to the hotel room. The quiet walk back, the cool ac, all let me steer to sleep.

"Hmmm..." I hummed.

Once I was comply out, with no chance of waking up, was when I remember this day, it was all a memory from the far past. Fore I was to bury my best friend in the morning, I was to wear my black dress he had got me for my birthday, the black heels he o so loved me in.

I had called his single mother days before to tell her what had happened.

"I'm sorry for your loss, I hope you will come and see him be buried." My voice bounced in my head. I remember her voice trembling a "make sure he leaves with a proper goodbye." I could barely keep my eyes in vision from the tears. 

"I will" I sniffed in the cold December air, just six months ago we were having fun in the sand. Now I'm sad to see you die before this poison inside me does the same.

We never could outrun the train, but only you could see that, I wish for you to be here so this god damn winter wouldn't be so cold, I'm selfish for making a wish as dumb as that but... that's all I ever wanted, for you to keep me warm, take care of me like you always do. I'm a selfish best friend for wanting it to be me, for me to be the dead one. So you can make the difference I will never be able to do. For you to surpass the heartache that I'm going through. For me to conquer the next life.

But you would never think twice about my life for yours

I loved you, it's funny how best friends become sole mates, but you were mine.

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