We had a childish deal in the eyes of others. For us it meant everything. It was the motivation to attend school every Monday morning. A reason to keep on living until the next week.

We would share thoughts about our favorite show. Every Monday after a new episode came out. You were the only friend who I shared this passion with.

A short friendship, but meaningful. We had so little memories, and it hurts because there’s not much I can remember of you. You always joked about wanting to leave, though deep down you ment every word you said. I wished I had taken it seriously.

It’s been 2 years since I started talking to the empty chair in my room. Telling it how amazing the new episode was. Hoping you would be sitting in that chair, listening to me.