So enjoy the final chapter of this wonderful(?) story of friendship.  [th_084_.gif]

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Breaking away from my thoughts I see Henry handing me a can of juice. 

“Are you really alright” Henry said “Your face still doesn’t look well; even after drinking what I brought you”. ‘Henry is really a nice friend’ I thought. ‘… no wait, what am I thinking? He’s only a tool. 

Just a tool … but is he really? He has supported me all these years … should I tell him. Would he forgive me? I-I feel that if I don’t ask now I never will.’ 

“Henry?” I asked hesitantly. “Do you remember the event that transpired back in middle school?”. “You mean the time when you purposefully framed me?” Henry replied. “So you knew about it?” I inquired. My eyes were downcast. ‘Am I going to lose him’ I thought ‘Will I lose my only friend. The friend that had been with me all this time.’ 

“I knew about it since that day.” he said “You’re quite stupid you know.” he said. “You were always good at faking your emotions. No, you probably don’t even know what your true emotions are.” Letting out a smile he said “Originally I was angry but ……. in the end you helped me out didn’t you.” 

My voice barely a whisper asked “So are we friends?” “Of course. We’ve been friends since elementary school; best friends. You won’t get rid of me this easily” Henry replied with a smug look on his face. “Ahahahaha!” I laughed. I couldn’t control it. My worst case scenario didn’t come true. I am not alone.

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In all of my foolishness I didn’t realize that what I had wanted all this time was just a friend that would not leave me and he had been by my side the entire time. 

“It seems like I succeeded in my goal,” Henry said. “What goal?” I asked. “My goal making you show a sincere expression” he said. Showing a frown he sighed “It was quite annoying having you fake your emotions. We’re friends after all and what kind of friend would I be if you could never trust me.” 

“So we truly are friends after all?” I questioned. “Yeah” he beamed revealing a brilliant smile. “Even after we grow up and get jobs, don’t forget that we will always be the best of friends” said Henry. 

Letting out a smile, I felt my worries leave me. While I’ll still have hardships ahead being true to myself, at least I’ll have someone to support me. Someone that’s a true friend.

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Poor Lucas.  :cries: While I didn't expand on it I probably could have wrote way more about his family troubles from chapter 2 and Henry's attempts to understand Lucas but that would make the story too long. The next chapter will be the author's notes where you can ask me questions about the story and understand some symbolisms in this story.  [th_059_.gif]