Chapter Twelve
Hunter
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life is bury my best friend. For the past six years, since we were freshmen in college, we’ve been inseparable. From playing football together, then becoming roommates, he’d been one of the only constants in my life. Through hard times, he always had my back and supported all my decisions, even if they were stupid. The only thing that could separate us was death itself; nothing could’ve gotten in the way of our friendship.
As I roll over and turn off the alarm on my phone, I think about how pissed I am at him. I told him not to buy that f*****g motorcycle so many times, and he did it anyway. I wish I could go back in time and stress how bad of an idea it would be. Not that he would’ve listened to me, but I could’ve tried
