The goodbye party of a friend

Two years ago, when I still was on my last year of school, a friend of mine went to study to United States for one year.  He went in the worst season he could have gone: when we all were sentimental because of our last year.

We were a really closed group of eight or nine people. We were always together, making works for school or hanging out: it really didn’t matter the reason, we were always spending our time together.

At first it was a distant idea: we all knew it was gonna happen, but we refused to accept the immediate future. So, when his trip came closer and it became impossible to keep ignoring it, we made him a goodbye party on his home.

It supposed it would be a small group of people, but it seemed like the whole school had arrived. I don’t know how much people were that day, but I’m pretty sure it was more than what we had expected.

When the party began we all had a nice time, but when time passed and the alcohol level increased on our blood, the tears cameo ut and started to fall.

Five of us -who were very drunk, by the way-  came into the kitchen to talk and cry with some privacy. We were that way for while and then, with our heads high, left the room and came to the party.

Till today we all remember that night, cause it was unique.  

Despite now we are not that closer and it's harder for all of us hang out together, we're still very good friends.