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Mya's POV

"Mhmm" I smiled as the aroma of the pancakes I was making filled the kitchen. It was nice to feel normal. To feel like I wasn't crying last night. I carried the pancakes onto the plate and poured maple syrup on top of them. I made six. Three for me, three for Josh.

Yes, I still care for Josh even after all the pain and damage he's done to me. It sounds stupid, but there's a long story behind this. It felt like it was just yesterday when he squeezed my hands as we walked back home from the graveyard and  hugged me tight as we silently cried.

I miss him. The person he was before he turned into...whatever he is now. He still keeps his promise to stay sober on my birthdays, though. But on other days, he's like a bullet stuck in my brain and a knife stuck in my heart.

"You know that I'm trying my best, Mya. Please help me," his words still echo in my mind. He's trying to change, to stay sober and not drink. On some days he actually stays sober. Those days are the best days in life. On other days, the desire for alcohol gets the best of him.

I finished up my pancakes and grabbed my schoolbag. I don't like getting detention. Last thing I would ever do is draw attention to myself. I wore my helmet and walked out to my bicycle. Josh used to give me a ride to school, before he turned into what he is now. Now I just cycle to school. It isn't that far anyways.