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  • I was walking back with new-friend-from-Skating. I checked my phone without really expecting to have gotten anything in such a short time.

    Text from Best-Friend-Megan, i could only read the first line in my inbox. It was mentioning a boy i used to know from school, but i didn't know why until i read it fully. He had died.

    I hadn't seen him for at least 5 years. I may not have even thought about him that much, except passingly, in that time. Yet someone i had taken for granted that he would always be there, in the backgrounds, off stage, had gone.

    I was never lucky enough to have counted him as a real friend, he was funny, popular, well liked and i was....not. That's not to say i never spoke to him, or had no connection to him, but suddenly i was mourning a boy i had no right to miss, not when i had missed out on being his friend. Not when he had real friends and real family who knew him.

    I mean, i wasn't even facebook friends with him.

    Do i even have a right to talk about it here? Am i in some way claiming his death for my attention?

    The boy who turned up in drag at a fancy dress party, only to shout out "Oh shit, i didn't know it was fancy dress" is gone. Another link to my hometown has disintegrated.
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