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No good in good bye

Where's the "good" in goodbye?
Where's the "nice" in nice try?
Where's the "us" in trust gone?
Where's the soul in "soldier​ on"
No good in good bye, the script.

 Today, a school mate and friend passed away. She had a heart condition that was diagnosed too late. She was a jolly girl. Despite her difficulty in public speaking, she volunteered to president over the assembly. We laughed at her funny accent often times, and the headmaster wasn't happy with us. He would stand up and praise her courage to make such a step.

 I am usually introverted, so​I hadn't tried to know her on a personal basis. However, it did not lessen the pain of losing her in any ways. I cried so hard on that gloomy afternoon. I guess nature felt the loss too. That night we were attacked by some insects and had to eat dinner in classes and outside. With bloodshot eyes, we eat dinner with the weight of loss in our hearts.

 She was the second Gashora girl who passed away. The first one, my classmates, had a problem in her brain. She had been sick for almost three months. In the holidays, many of my classmates went to visit her. However, I failed to do that, and it is a weight I shall
always carry with me.

 The last day I talked to her was a day before the June ACT. I had found a watch I thought was hers. When I asked her, she gave me a vague reply and I figured she didn't want to talk. That night she did not sleep. The next day, she was rushed to the hospital and that's the last time I saw her.

 I heard of her death coming from a competition in South Korea. The plane had just landed, and I connected to the airport WiFi to check WhatsApp messages. Tears flooded my eyes, I couldn't believe that it had happened just like that. I had expected to see her back in school for third term, and worried that she would have a hard time catching up. 

I never had a chance to say a proper good bye to either of them, but what's the good in goodbye?

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