(Ok so this is like one of those like start your story with the same line end your story with the same line. Whenever I see those videos I always think of the same thing so I’m final useing it. Warning you may cry.)

(Also I’m going to need you all to read the Inheritance Games. Um it’s not a suggestion it is a demand. If you don’t Oren will um send his team of men. So yeah go, go, go read.)

“We can’t go to bed angry,” Hope said handing her bestfriend the cookie she stole from her.

Felicia grunted, and snatched the cookie.

“Come on,” Hope poked her.

“Fine I forgive you, I’m not angry anymore,” she devoured the cookie.

Felicia walked over from the chair in Hope’s room to the left side of her bed.

“Thanks for letting me stay here still my next plane.”

She snuggled into the covers.

“Of course. I can’t believe it was delayed an entire day! But I’m also a bit happy cause that means more time spent with you till you go back to Russia.”

Hope got up off the futon and got into her side of the bed.

“Sad there’s no Vodka here.”

“Sorry I don’t drink a bottle a day.” She said sarcastically grabbing the remote.

“Ooo, put on Masha and the Bear!”

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(To be clear they are bestfriend not dating. Idk if its weird to say you love your bestfriend but I do it all the time.)

“Bye! Love you!” Hope waved to Felicia.

She waved back and walked into the plane.

_She’s going too miss me so much._

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“I’m sorry I did mean for that to happen! They were supposed to be for you!”

Hope turned the phone off speaker phone, she knew Felicia was gonna yell.

“You sent tulips! My mom’s favorite flower on the anniversary of her death! My dad has been crying for the past 2 hours!”

“I’m sorry! I sent them over a month ago I don’t know why they arrived so late!”

Felicia hung up the phone.

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Hope’s phone rang.

_Hope’s brother werid. _She thought.

He only called to let Hope know that Felicia was home and safe.

“Hello?”

“Felicia’s in the hospital,” his tone was quite.

She hung up the phone and booked 1 ticket to Russia.

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Hope ran to room 214.

When she walked in, she knew it was bad.

Felicia’s father was balling his eyes out.

Her brother was silent.

His way when anything bad happened.

She looked at her bestfriend.

Her bestfriend.

Every year they when trick or treating.

Every year they planned each other surprise birthday party’s.

Every year they were each others shoulder to cry on.

Every year they were together.

Her pulse was skipping, like every few seconds her heart took a break.

Hope walked next to the bed.

She broker down crying.

“We can’t go to bed angry,” she said holding her bestfriend’s hand as she flat lined.