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Others Stories | Sep 1, 2015 | 2 min read
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I met James Vickers when we were both about 12. We were next door neighbors and I had been out in by back garden playing football by myself, kicking the ball against the fence.It was at this point I met James. It took me a while to notice spectacled face peering down at me from his bedroom window. When I spotted him I waved. He waved back and opened his window to talk to me.

We spoke about lots of things . Interests, favorite foods, favorite video games, etc. I asked James if he would like to come to my house and play football with me. He politely declined and told me he suffered terrible asthma and that his parents absolutely refused to let him outside of the house or let anyone in. He asked me if I had a face book account and said he would add me on that.

I checked my facebook later that night, accepted James friend request and we got chatting. And from that day that's pretty much how our friendship went. I would head off to school in the morning, finish up, come home and get straight onto Facebook to talk to James. That's the way it went for about 5 years. Unfortunately though, James's illness got the better of him one day, and he grew very ill.

I hadn't spoke to James on Facebook for a few days. I had spent sometime in my back garden too, waiting for him to open his window and let me know he was fine. He never did. Instead his father came to my house one night and presented us with a small invite to a funeral. " He told us about how much you both had in common." his father told me. " You were his only friend as far as we know."

The funeral was very touching. I did my best to hold back my tears, but I completely lost it when ' Fields of Gold' by Sting was played as they took James casket away. After the funeral in his honor still dressed in my suit, I had a bit of a kick about with the same football I had when I first met James. It felt weird knowing that the room he used to speak to me from was now empty and unoccupied.

As sad as I felt, I knew he was in a better place. A place where his afflictions would no longer bother him. His death had come so sudden though. His funeral just hadn't done it for me. Perhaps I needed some kind of closure just to let me know that James was truly gone and wasn't coming back. So that night I logged onto Facebook one more, opened up a chat box to James's account and typed ' Hello James'. At this point I realized how silly how I was being and deleted the message before settling down in bed. I left my computer on, just in case any of my other friends sent me any messages.

Something then happened that sent a chill up my spine. The only light was being emitted from my computer screen, and as I peered across the room at James's still open chat box, I saw the word ' James is typing...'

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