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He brought a coke bottle to show us at work. It was just a coke bottle. Mine, was different. You couldn't tell that by looking at it. It wasn't anything special. But it was almost like you could feel how unique it was. It was well loved. I used it everyday. But his was just a coke bottle. I had to make mine different so I wasn't like everyone elses.
Soon after it broke. It felt like a part of me broke too. That bottle was my whole world, my everything. Even though it was just a bottle I couldn't imagine life without it. My heart was in pieces. On the floor with my coke bottle in hand I cried for the first time in years. It felt like I was feeling a loss for the first time. I have never lost anyone close to me; this bottle was the closest thing I had to a friend. We talked about everything.
The bottle didn't judge me, or talk behind my back. It was there for me when no one else was. I loved it like family and now it's gone. I liked to call him pumpkin. It was our favorite thing to eat. I know it was just a bottle but I loved it like a brother.
I can't get another bottle it wouldn't be the same. It would be a betrayal to pumpkin my sweet, innocent, pumpkin.
But I suppose that my bottle's death did help me realize something; not everything lasts forever, nothing is permanent and things change fast. Not everything will be the same but I can make a new normal for myself. I will carve out a life for me and whoever I find along the way. I will keep them for as long as I can until I can't anymore.
I miss my coke bottle, I found out show and tell guys coke bottle's pretty cool. It's name is Delilah. It's a pretty name for a beautiful soda bottle. I wish I was a soda bottle. To listen to somebody and not have to talk, but helping them through everything. To share special moments with that special person. To help without even knowing your helping. God what I would give to be a coke bottle.
But then again I like my life for the first time since my dear pumpkins death. It felt like a part of me was missing. I think it still is. But I'm getting better, and I'm going to find someone who can help fill the hole inside of me.
Show and tell guys selling Delilah, said she's too old. I don't know what he's thinking throwing away something so special for something as useless as money. I would give anything to have a relationship like that again.
I'm a suspect for murder. Show and tell guy was found murdered in his home and I'm the main suspect. I guess sending death threats weren't the best way to take out my anger. Turns out his name was Anderson. He collects a lot of different things i guess Delilah was just one of many.
Back to me being a murder suspect. Since I was threatening him two days ago they think I did it. I didn't, I have an alibi, I was looking for an item that I could befriend. I was at the store for hours. But they don't believe that I was just looking for a new friend. I won't admit for things that I'm not guilty of.
They let me go because I was innocent. On the way I've found a new friend a real one. I bought Delilah. And she's the best thing anyone could ask for. Just like my pumpkin she is always there for me. She doesn't listen very well though. I asked her if she remembered what I had told her about my favorite angel, cupid and she couldn't tell me. She ignores me half of the time. The other half she just talks over me. But I can't give up on her, I've already betrayed my pumpkin. I can't do this half way. I will avenge Pumpkin.