I murdered Aaron Harper, my closest friend. I stabbed him right in the heart. Look, I

know how it sounds okay. You probably think I'm some unstable lunatic. I'm not. I'm

really not. I bet you would have done the exact same thing in my situation. I don't

have much time, so I'll just start at the beginning. It'll probably make the most sense

that way. Winter break had just started, and I was bored out of my mind. I don't really

have any major hobbies, and college had taken up so much of my time anyway, so it didn't

really matter. But now that I had three weeks of free time, I had nothing to do. So I had

reluctant to resign myself to spending its sleeping and maybe binge watching a couple

of shows and Netflix when, out of the blue, my phone began to ring. When I fished it

out of my pocket, I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was Aaron. Aaron is, or was,

my best friend all through high school. I met him on the first day of freshman year,

and we'd been completely inseparable ever since. We spent nearly every day together, at

least, that's how it used to be. I was surprised, because it had been on a long time since

I had last talked to him. Hell, I think that was my first conversation with him since high

school graduation. Why would he call me now? I picked up the buzzing phone and entered the

call. Hey, is this still Tay's number? Aaron's voice immediately came crackling through

the phone speaker. Hey, Aaron, yes, this is still my number. I answered, happy to hear

his voice after so long. Oh, hey, I was unsure if you had changed it or not. He had said,

a little bit of nervousness creeping into his voice. What's up? It's been a while since

we've talked. I asked, confused, about why he called today of all days. Oh, I've been

doing pretty good. My record shop has been pretty successful. How's college?

He spoke quickly and his voice sounded almost tight, like he was out of breath. There was

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