It all started when I was a kid. He was my friend. We grew up together. We were always together. Always. People used to tease us. Said that we were going to get married one day. I knew we wasn't. Because I knew him. He did things. He was not like the others. Sometimes he did things that he regretted later. He follow his instincts, and it got him into a lot of trouble. He put me in trouble to. I began to fell when he was doing something stupid. And that feeling lead me straight to him every time. So when he got caught, I got caught with him. It was little things... like stealing apples from the priest garden.
   We grew older and we both began to hang with the other sex. He dated girls, I dated boys. In a long period I didn't come home with anybody, and he had a new every week. But it chanced. He found the one and only. He loved her. Really loved her. But we were still friends. Maybe he loved her because she was the only one who wasn't jealous when me and him were together. After he meet her, he swore never to live the wild life again. Now he would stick to one girl. And after that, I never got the feeling that something was wrong again. Not until the weeding...
   I was in her room, helping her on with the dress. Suddenly it hit me. The feeling I had forgotten about. It almost made me fall to the ground. It hit me so hard that it felt like my head was going to explode. I grabbed the chair. Stood still for a second, and the I ran out of the door. The feeling got stronger and stronger and almost made me past out. I ran. Followed the pain inside my head. I came to a door. Stopped. Felt to the ground. The pain was unbelievable. I got up. Opened the door...
   When he saw me, he knew. He could se it in my eyes. They where blurred. The woman he was with.. I couldn't recognize her. I couldn't see her. Once again I felt to the ground. But this time I didn't get up again. I couldn't take the blame for him this time. Now he was on his own...