{'He purses his lips, fingers twisting among each other as he reads the last message placed for friends and acquaintances to come across. For a moment he wonders if he should be angry but knows he has no right. What kind of friend was he that he didn't even talk to the boy anymore. A bad one and he knew that. He was a bad friend and he couldn't help but feel sorry.} I'll miss you. {'He murmurs softly, soft voice carrying in the cold winter air.}


















