Promises

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When I was young my parents had a car accident. They died while my older brother survived. I wasn't in that accident, but I really wished I had been. Soon after, my brother became distant and he was barely home. We moved to the city for a change of scenery. I was lonely, a new kid in a new place. Eventually I met this other kid around my age. I saw him at the park one weekend. After that I would go to the same place I saw him before and he would coincidentally be there. We exchanged few words. Yet our friendship was deep. We could tell when the other was distressed by a single look.  Eventually I started thinking our friendship was more than just friends. I think he did too. We never exchanged names, but if we did I wouldn't remember it anyway. Percs of having amnesia from falling down the stairs or at least I was told that was what happened. But when I awoke in the hospital I was a lot more beaten up than just a tumble down the stairs would do.
All I really remember about him is our silent friendship. Oh and of course that scar. How could I forget that scar. It was on his left shoulder down to his left wrist. It was a burn mark from where his house set fire when he was a toddler. That's all I remember of my childhood memories. I think it's better this way. Better if don't remember my parents. I can't be sad over people I don't even remember.