Over Yonder a short story

Felix and Jamon, two best friends. They had been friends since they could first remember things. They went on trips together. They went on adventures together. They did everything together, but just like every friendship, it was time to say Goodbye.

Felix POV

This was the end. We had to part our separate ways. We had been doing everything right. We had gone on trips and adventures. We had been good people throughout our 26 years of life. I didn't think we would have to ever say goodbye.

We had been friends for so very long. It was going to be very hard to say goodbye, but I was going to be the one to complete this journey. I would be the reason this friendship would end. I wouldn't let him take the guilt of walking away.

Didn't think it would come down to me and him standing in a desert saying goodbye, but here we were.

Jamon POV

A dust bunny flies over my shoulder as I stare into my friend's eyes. "So this is it, huh?" Felix smiles sadly as he speaks. "26 years of friendship. And this is how it's going to end."

"I remember when I was the one in charge. I saved you from the bullies. I taught you how to use the stupid swings, but here you are, big and strong, leading our little pack."

I stiffen as the words leave his lips. I know it to be true. The words he spoke was no lie. I was the one ending this friendship. I was the one who was going to put an end to during constant bickering and fighting.

To my right, a tumbleweed tumbles in and out of my line of sight. That's what I had to be like. I had to move quickly and move on quicker.

"Well, it had to be one of us to put an end to this. It's gone on way too long," I snapped in protest. "Even as kid's, we would bicker. Stop trying to make this hard. We are going our separate ways. This relationship will never matter again to me or you. We will finally be at peace."

He sighed unhappily. "Look, I know we fight and I know we have problems, but it doesn't have to end this way. We can talk this out." He tried reaching for my shoulder, but I jerked away putting my fists up ready to knock him out once and for all.

He threw his hand up in surrender and backed away cautiously. "Woah there partner, calm down," He coaxed a little too calmly. "I'm the one in charge Felix! I'm the one who is in control," I shouted angrily.

"But don't you remember all those times we were little. We would laugh and play. You always focused on the negatives, but don't you see that there were positives too. We had each other back then. That was enough. Why isn't that enough now," He cried loudly?

"It was never enough. I was a weird kid! You don't have to point that out. You made friends easily. I had one friend. YOU! Don't you think it's time for me to find someone else? I may not need more than one person in my life, maybe I just chose the wrong person." I stared at him, eyes narrowed as he took in my response.

He glared back at me screaming, "You know what? You will never find someone else! You have no one. I just chose the wrong person to help!"

"Woah there cowboy," I put my hand up to stop him from running at me. "I'm in command. You can't do anything. I have the power."

Why is he still here? Why am I still here? Was this right? Was this wrong? Should I sing a little song? I know this isn't right. I can't abandon him. I was never going to abandon him, however. I was never going to force him away. He had done this to himself. This was the right thing to do. I believed in my choice.

I believed in myself, for I was a good man. This was for the best. As long as I kept telling myself this it would be fine. This was good for both me and him. He wouldn't have had the guts to say goodbye.

I am doing a good thing. The right thing. I was doing what was best for both me and him. I was doing what was best for the community.

"Then do it," he sounded so calm as he spoke. There was no fear, worry, hatred, or sorrow in his voice. "Goodbye, my old friend." I raised the gun, and then I pulled the trigger.

Felix POV

This hadn't been fair, but I had to go along with it. I collapsed to the floor pain washing through my lungs and chest. I saw this coming a mile away, but I had to stick to the plan.

He chuckled and walked over to my dying body. Blood poured from the hole in my chest. he leaned over me and sighed saying, "My friend. You know I had to say goodbye. It was the only thing I could do. A competition since childhood. A war only one person can ever win. It is me who has won. Maybe the leaders will grant me a place on the throne, or maybe I'll become part of the next games."

I grimaced as he reached down to wipe a tear off my cheek. I took my chance. I reached up and socked him in the face knocking him onto his knees.

The gun flew up from his hand and scattered to the floor with a content flunk. I hurriedly grabbed it using all my strength and reloaded the gun pointing it at Jamon."Goodbye dear friend," and with that, I pulled the trigger.

The bullet went through his head and he died instantly. I grimaced pulling the bulletproof vest off my chest. "I'm sorry old friend," I uttered as I stood up. "It had to be done."

I dropped the gun and began the ascent back to our camp.