Arnold fell into ground. Unconscious.

  I take a moment to absorb what just happened in front of me.

  Anyway, it is not the right thing; but what the hell is happening?

  I am pretty sure my vision is just blur but not wrong and I did hear the thud of him falling down.

  Let just take it as everything I am seeing is correct-

  The gang members looked as confused as myself.

  The dark mist has disappeared-

  Thud.

  The gang members fell into the ground, proving that Arnold is no longer holding them in air through whichever means he was.

  It cannot be, our friendship was just started two years ago, it cannot be over so fast. He was the only person who made our survival possible. My only companion. He didn’t know my past but still accepted me with no complaints. The only person I felt at ease with after my father. The one who made me move on from my father’s death without even knowing it.

  I don’t know anything. I don’t understand anything-but he be dead.

  It took me too long to feel the sensation of tears that had been rolling down my face with the blood. My eyes were wide open, still taking in what just happened. Staring deep into his body; somehow the body wasn’t what I was seeing, it was the memories, the pain,

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  I know it but I cannot control myself. I screamed “Arnold” with my all efforts, a part of me-no, the whole me hoping for a response.

  I want to hear that sound. I want to hear him say something to me with a big smile. I want him to play pranks on me. I want him to see stars with me like we used to do. I want to dance with him like we used to.

  The tears increased.

  Just survive Arnold. Please survive. Even if you never talk to me or hate me, just survive.

  I cannot hear to any sound near me, nor do I want to. My body is shaking. Shaking like it never used to.

  I push my hands in front of me. They are all bloodied. I try to come to my knees with my all efforts.

  And suddenly, it started raining. Raining like my tears. I breathe rapidly in an effort to control myself. In an effort to breathe out the tension. In an effort to believe it is all just a bad dream. All the blood that covered my body is know flowing in the streets. His blood too is flowing.

  I finally get to my knees. I walked on my knees to reach him.

  Knee after a knee.

  Knee after a knee.

  Knee after a knee.

  Knee after a knee.

  What they did to him is clearly visible. His face is all bloodied.

  I go for his breathe.

  My hands tremble dangerously as I reach to check his breathe.

  My hands finally reach under his nose and-

  The only person who knew my true nature is dead.

  I don’t know what those punks around us are doing, neither I want to.

  I hug him. Hold him in my lap. It hurts like hell but a lot better. I tight my grip.

  I face the sky. Face the clouds which are crying just like me. My tears got submerged with the rainwater.

  “Do you remember Arnold, when we …watched the stars together…” I said, waiting for a reply I never got.

  All our memories flashed before my eyes.

  It was a miracle, how we met.

  All because of these punks, if they hadn’t come today, we would have been home by now and would be eating and laughing.

  I screamed as my grip on him got tighter.

  I tuck my face towards him and-

  Creak-

  A sound comes but I was too deep in thought to notice.

  I open my eyes and-

  We are surrounded by ice.

  Those punks are in it.

  I continue to cry.

  Continue to remember the time when we were…