I lost a close friend in a car accident. He was like a brother to me. We used to play at his tree house, and host sleepovers. On the morning of September 3rd, 2004, it was another day. I had dressed myself for school, and prepared for class. After a grueling day, I said goodbye to my friend. He had promised to spend the night at my house the following night. I didn't know that it would be the last time I saw him.
The following day, I recieved a call that brought my heart to a stop. My best friend had been killed when a vehicle ran over him, as he was crossing the street. I cried all day, and couldn't eat or sleep. He was young, and had wanted to pursue a career in journalism. Unfortuntly, his life was cut short. I became depressed, and my friends tried to help me cope with the loss. They knew how much he meant to me.
Thankfully, through their support, I managed to move on. At his funeral, I said a few words, and let him go. I wished it didn't happen, but at least I moved on and contiuned to live a happy life.