Ah, how long has it been, even through the poster, I can still see you as if you are there, talking to me. You’re now nothing but a picture, a shadow of my past yet you still exist behind this poster. The thought of you being taken away has left me mortified throughout the years, I tried to save you from him, but you went ahead and took his hands.

We were such a good friend, to the point that I want to escalate our relationship even further. Scared, I reluctantly bottled this feeling I had for you. It was a warm and fluffy feeling, until he came and broke the glass, causing the feelings inside to spill and run wild.

Once, we were talking like we used to, but when he shows up, you immediately finish our talk saying you’re going to continue it another time, there was no “another time”. Then we were drinking, ice cold beer sharing dumbfounded experience we have, you always talk about him, hence, I can’t really think of anything to share, because you, talking about him clouds my mind.

The final time he took you away was when you two were going on a trip together, you never invited me nor tell me where were you two going. It was at that point when I regret to not inform you about the accident that is about to happen, even though I can’t tell when it will happen, I still hoped that I at least told you.

Both of you where riding in his car when the car had an accident. Your parents and the investigators discovered in the scene the beer bottles the both of you were drinking. The completely mangled corpse of him was also found in the driver seat, positioned as though he was covering something from the passenger seat.

You however, left no traces. The tree that the car hit was right in front of the passenger seat, investigators said that the extreme velocity and the initial impact pulverizes everything you had, the fire did not help either since they said that it probably turned everything into ash along with the burnt tree.

I really wanted to rid of this feeling once and for all I wanted to touch you one last time, so I’ll do it, I will rip this poster to finally end this feeling, your skull had cracked as well as the last of your ribs. This smooth feeling I feel, will forever be the final one. The opening behind the poster hid few springs, screws, and cylindrical metal rods, reminding me of that accursed day. The feeling of which will finally end, ah, will you even forgive me after all this time.

*sound of something metallic clacking*