My Best Friend DiedMy best friend and I were together all the time, doing nothing without each other. But one day I realized that somewhere along the road, someone had dropped it, and every day I can't help but wonder if it could have been me. Everything she went through, I was there for her, but I guess some things are too hard even for friendship. Not a day goes by that I don't remember it. How could I ever forget? I'm sharing this story for the first time since it happened. The last time we had no problems, well, that was obvious, was August 20, 1997. We spent the night in his cellar under the stairs. I can still taste our cold mac and cheese dinner on our breath and smell the sweet, sticky butterscotch on our fingers. “Side By Side” by Rebecca St. James rang in our ears. “Together forever, that’s how we should be,” we sang out loud. We laughed and talked about everything and nothing. I will never forget that night, one of the best nights of my entire life, and the night it started to end. A sort of climax: the end of the rising action...