Keenan

"I guess this is good-bye, then."

"I suppose. Remember, you're still like a brother to me. Nothing an change that. I just, can't have the temptation in my life right now," responded the solemn voice in the receiver.

"Good-bye then, Keenan," I said, chocking back my tears. I waited for just a moment, and then the I heard the final blow; the click. I slowly placed the receiver back onto the holder. The tears rushed out like a hurricane.

He was gone for seven months, in rehab. Since had left, I missed him with my soul. We were blood brothers, combined of blood and soul. We were best friends, we did everything together.

The night he left, I gave him a hug, and I couldn't let go. My face poured that time, too. He whispered in my ear, "I'll be back, don't worry! We'll see each other again!"

I looked up on his smiling face, and I could tell that he meant it.

But now, I wish I had never let go.

All remember after I hung up the phone was being in my room, sitting on my bed, playing Smells Like Teen Spirit on my iPod over and over again. Keenan loved that song. I know it wouldn't help, but I didn't care. I just needed to feel close to him.

He was my other half, and now he left me.

And now, all I can think about is how I wish I hadn't let go, and hadn't let him hang up. His voice is now a memory to me, it fades and disappears with time. If life is made up of saying all we can say, then I have died.