Damn i miss my friend. Its been half a year. Died of a heart attack in his bed at 21.
I realise now that i was the npc. All the fun shit we did was because he came up with it.
I asummer memory when i went to visit him resurfaced.
He lived in a commieblock in the first floor like 600 meters away from mine. We both had cellphones but i banged at window and when he opened up i climbed in. He was saying hes going to go to the netherlands to work or something and i think he was checking his stocks on his computer.
This was this summer but feels so distant that im not sure it was real. I understand now what they mean when they say your life gets fractured in two when a close one dies. It doesnt feel real everything up to his death.