She was my best friend, we were stuck by the hip. Knowing that she would leave only when the alien would abduct her I never realized her importance. We had known each other for not longer than a year. But it gave me the perfect feeling of having a friend forever. A friend that would never leave. But they say right, things are too good to be true? So, one day we made a pact. According to which if we ever separated, we would meet at the graveyard a year after separation. Why the graveyard? Because any other place was too mainstream. Three years after the pact was made, we still met at the graveyard. But only I did the talking, because six months after the pact was made she was informed that she had a brain tumor, big enough to kill her. I met her everyday without fail. I didn't self harm because I knew she despised such people and I didn't wanna dead best friend to hate me. I even studied properly and kept up my grade because she always complained about my bad marks. This was my way of dealing with the pain of a close one's death. I accepted the pain, not happily but willingly, because we never stopped being best friends. She just couldn't converse with me. :)