“Here’s to another day without ya, Graham,” said Mateo.

“Its been so long since its happened and yet I can feel and see it like it was yesterday,” said Asher to his “best friend”.

His friend sat there silent, listening looking at his feet dangling off the cliff. “Three years…”

“Its been too hard. That crash did something to my mind. Seeing him like that in the passenger seat. Sliced in half… the black blank eyes.”

They sat silent for a bit.

Its been a while now, but I had never been so close giving up… but somehow, I still managed to keep on fighting. For my family, my friends.” Whispered Asher.

“Me too,” said Mateo, the he lit up. “But we can’t do that now! He wouldn’t want us to be sad depressed teenagers now, would he?”

Asher smiled with tears that shone from the sunset. “Yeah! One more day, and I should go home.”

“Ok. Lets do it!”

They went home after another day of having fun camping in the forest and reflecting on the past and moving on. They lived their lives like their friend wanted them to live. Asher moved to DC and became a aeroplane engineer, and Mateo became an accountant in Chicago. They kept in contact but lived their lives well.