46 Dylan Ray Lindberg

Do you know the misfortune of being the only son of a well-known family? You grow up reserved, quiet, and alone. One child could feel envious, but I, myself, already feel envious of another child. The only son of the Lindberg family - I was always out of place whenever I attend the parties that my parents make me go, force me go. As someone who grew up with no one, at least at my age, starting a conversation is very trivial for me. Call me a wimp, but I do not often voice out my opinions, I just can't, since I am afraid of what others might think of me.

My own comfort zone was invaded when Violet Brielle Trancy, my first friend, came into my life. I first met her when I attended her birthday party.

Usually, I would go to the mansion's balcony whenever I attend somebody's party. Surely, few people wouldn't think of going to that one, cold place that's why it is perfect for someone like me. I know that it would be pointless if I try to talk with others, because surely I'll start stuttering and they'll end up laughing at me or ignoring me.

Having a celebrant go to the balcony for silence is a first for me. As I was there, surely she will see me, and that is the least thing I wanted to happen during my planned isolation.

However, I was surprised to meet Lady Violet there. What surprised me more is that she brought food with her, in fact a lot of food, that it made me think whether she saw me first and she initially planned to share it with me. The look on her face say otherwise though, as if she did not expect anyone to be there in the balcony. Kindness was in her eyes when she saw me, offering the food she brought to share, I accepted her generosity.

Time was spent in under that cold, starry night. When she asked me to be her friend, I was really surprised, because this was the first time someone asked me this. Who would decline friendship? Moreover, for me who grew up with no one? I never expected that night to be special, gaining a new friend, and another new friend which happened to be her so-called brother.

She treats me like a little brother, and she became a sister to me. I was glad to meet Violet, and I will forever be thankful that fate allowed our paths to cross. We grew as very good friends. From time to time we would exchange letters, talking about all sorts of stuff. She was like a mother who would always get worried about me.

She had a great impact in my life. I strived to be a better person because of her. Violet would always say that I should not worry about what other people think about of me. I don't need to change the way I live just for the sake of others. True friends accept each other no matter who you are. They will do you no harm.

As the son of the Prime Minister, I was already awakened of my responsibilities at an early age. My time was occupied by my duties and because of this, I can barely visit Violet. Despite that, I was glad when she kept sending me letters. Those letters are very dear to me. I hold on to them for strength and courage to go on.

I am very busy, yes, but I spare some of my time for her. I was invited by her to the palace library because we are bonded with our love for books. Despite having no verbal communication, we knew for ourselves that nothing is better than being surrounded by all sorts of knowledge and passion about the world.

A day was marked for me when I received a secret invitation from her father for her fourteenth birthday. As I was invited, and I cleared everything in my schedule for that particular date, I decided that I would surprise her. And gladly, the plan succeeded. I am happy, that she missed me as much as I missed her. I enjoyed watching her dance and eat with our friends during that day.

Never, never ever in my life had I expected that the next time I was going to see her was the day of her funeral.

I hated crying in front of people. The reserved and quiet me refused to show any emotions. But my heart cannot lie how heavy it is for me to lose one of the most precious people in my life. My tears wouldn't stop flowing. My heart is burdened and grieving. The pain of losing a friend, a sister, was beyond painful.

I cried as I watched her grave. Pain, heartbreak, and confusion. Among all the people in the world, why does it have to be her? The one who changed me, the one who made me into a better person, the one who made me feel that I was not alone.