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File: 1358702461176 |PQ-i'6Q0 KB, 1536x2048. 032.jpg) □ Anonymous (ID: MroljVPh) 01/20/13(Sun)12:21:01 No.452416453 Sup /b/, today marks the anniversary of my best friend's death. >Be 13 years ago on Valentine's day. >10 years old with best friend Chelsea. I knew I loved her even then >l drew her a Valentine's card >Says it's the sweetest thing ever and loves it >Grow up as best friends >Around age 13. admit that I love her >Start dating >Turn 14, she tells me her parents are moving >Promises to never forget me >Break up due to distance, get upset with everything >Turn 16, she begs me to come visit her >Fuck you Chelsea. You broke my heart. >Please anon... just once. >She doesn’t look like herself, she got thinner >Tell her I hate her. I didn't want her to know I still loved her >Skip ahead 1 year, age 17 >Find out Chelsea died of brain cancer, she was diagnosed at age 15 >Whathaveldone >Go to her funeral, see her mom and stepfather there >Her mom is crying her eyes out >Hands me a letter from Chelsea. >"Anon... I know you hate me but I’d really appreciate if you'd help my mom clean out my room. Just this one last favor. >Abide by her wish There's absolutely no face to describe what happened next Accidentally knocked her wallet off her computer desk while cleaning >lt opens up. tucked behind it is a raggedy piece of paper >Unfold it. see the card I drew her all the years ago. >Her mom sees it too. then says I wasn't supposed to find it. I was all she ever talked about in her hospital bed >She kept the note in her wallet so I would always be with her >Cry like a fucking baby because I know how terribly I treated her, and she still loved me I’m so sorry Chelsea. I know I won’t ever move on. And I hope I never fucking do. □ Anonymous (ID: oUBORogs) 01/20/13(Sun)12:24:17 No.452416913 File 1358702657981 pno-f 105 KB. 400x286, tumblr_m3e0nyJ5Qt1r5njkm.png) tt fuck you op, you made me cry
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Из за дистанции их отношения разорвались, но в 16 лет она попросила его приехать. Он сказал ей отвалить и то, что он её ненавидит, потому что она разбила ему сердце (не хотел чтобы она знала, что он все ещё любит её).
Ещё через год он узнал, что она умерла от рака, который ей диагностировалли в 15.
Он пришёл навестить её родителей и помог убрать комнату, где нашёл нарисованную в 10 лет валетинку. В своей больничной кровати, она только о нём и говорила, а рисунок всегда держала при себе на память.