I am Kate, I love my best friend, Ray. No, not only as a friend but a man. We grew up together and our family are close considering that we are neighbors.
I've loved him for 13 years but I never had the chance to tell him about my feelings.
I was afraid, what if he doesn't feel the same way and it'll just ruin our relationship.
My relationship with him was already good not until Sasha became a part of our lives.
It was the year of 2010 when Sasha came and ruined everything.
Sasha was a transfer student in our school and she immediately got closer with Ray just because they have something in common.
Ray spent most of his time with Sasha, when I looked at them it feels like they are in their own world. A world that I can never be a part of.
As time passed by, Ray became far from me. I then, already knew he's inlove with her.
I distanced myself, I got depressed and I was always in pain, longing for my best friend and for my first love. I wanted to move on so I went abroad.
My mom who is in abroad brought me to a Psychiatrist, I was a bit confused because getting hurt from a heartbreak shouldn't be a big deal. Well I didn't have a choice but to follow my mom.
One day, I overheard my Psychiatrist talking to my mom, she said "Because she couldn't take the pain of losing someone so she developed a Mental disorder called ********"
I didn't understand what my Psychiatrist said, not until today.
Actually months passed and today, I'm standing right in front of my best friend's grave.
"Date of death: May 4, 2009" I said as I read the words written in his gravestone.
2009......... now I remember that mental illness my Psychiatrist said.
"Schizophrenia"
The pic isn't mine, credits to the owner (~￣³￣)~
