Friends, Are They Forever?
Friends,
What are they?
Who are they?
Why do I care so much about them?
I never get why my heart tells me to protect them.
If there was ever a bullet between me and one of my friends, how would I react?
Would I jump away?
Would I run to save them?
Would I persuade the gunner to shoot me instead and leave my friend alive, fruitlessly?
Would I watch as my friend dies and then mourn for their death?
I don't know.
I fear one day I will see blood dripping out of their chest.
I fear one day that they will need me but I won't be there.
I fear that I will one day care too much for them.
