Personal Narrative My Best Friend - 1033 Words

The moonlight shone through the crooked blinds of his dorm room. It reflected on the side of his face as he slept somewhat peacefully next to me. I laid next to him cuddling into his side shaking from the cold. We d been outside for over an hour, in barely any clothes. My face edged with tear streaks and bags under my eyes. I had mascara smudged across my right cheek and my makeup was running. At one point, I turned over and glanced up at him. I studied his face and thought to myself. This was my best friend. We used to hang out after school at my house and watch movies until late. How had things changed so suddenly? I thought of all the good moments we d had. I remembered every crease in his face, every segment of his skin, and the way†¦show more content†¦He wasn’t just a part of me, he was the greatest influence to my life. He was someone special that I would cherish for the rest of my life. He showed me what true love is and for that I d never let him go. I walked around campus completely blank and spaced out. There was a void in my heart that only he could fix. We d gone the whole day ignoring each other completely. I had decided to go to the lounge to relax with some friends and he was in there. He didn’t look at me but got up and took his belongings and left. It hurt to see him walk away but I knew he wouldn’t want to be around me after I told him I never wanted to speak to him again. Truth is, since we ve met each other we hadn t gone more than a day without speaking. Our friends were encouraging him to come back out to the lounge and hang with us. Someone I don’t like or associate myself with is out there so I rather not come, was the message he d sent her. I d seen the message on her laptop and boiled over with rage. How dare he try to act like I did something to him! Our whole relationship was a struggle for who was wrong and right in all of our arguments. Somehow, he managed to turn the argument we had the night before into my doing and I wasn t having it. I had gotten up and run into my friend s dorm room. He was in there laying on one of the beds with his head in the pillow. I threw open the door. The door smacked against the wallShow MoreRelatedPersonal Narrative : My Best Friend1210 Words   |  5 PagesSunday, my friends and I were eating a meal of thick stew and crusty bread and drinking a pitcher of hot, spiced, and very watered-down wine. We’d chosen my room because it was the biggest and therefore had the most space for practicing weaponry, our afternoon plan. My friends ate and made small talk. We saw each other most days so sometimes it seemed like we ran out of real things to talk about. I was somewhat lost in my thoughts, about us and about our futures. Koilin was my best friend. 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