It was he, the guy surrounded by these friends in front of the professor's office, in your history class. It was the one dressed in his black sweatshirt, and the one with his beautiful emerald green eyes who made you crazy. It was he, the one who listened to Arctic Monkeys while reading your favorite book. He was the one who laughed at your jokes when he was out of class, he was a guitarist, with such a beautiful voice, that even Alex Turner would have been amazed. It was the one you loved, but also the one who didn't love you in return. It was the one who loved your best friend and it was the one that made you suffer. He who made you die as fast as cancer.