Bye, my dearest friend

It was raining today. The sky was gloomy gray and seemed to be crying too. A man in a black robe sat alone on a black bench near someone's grave and tried to hold back his tears. “It’s raining just as much today as it was that day 5 years ago. Why did you leave me, my dear friend? We swore to each other... you broke your promise, how could you? but no, I'm not mad at you. I can’t be angry with you, because you occupy a special place in my soul. oh, it doesn't matter anymore... Do you remember that day too? the day we met. You were wearing a light shirt with this weird, frilly collar. And I still didn’t stop laughing at you. " "Many years have passed and you still remember? " Another man sat down on the bench. He was wearing a simple black shirt and black pants. He had a large cross on his neck. From a distance one could confuse him with a priest, but that’s not the point here. "Y...you, but how did yo.." Before he could ask, he felt something cold, like ice, touching his shoulder. Another man lay with the back of his head on his shoulder, raising his hands up, as if looking at the sun through his fingers. But what's the point? The sun was hidden behind the clouds. "Yes, my dearest friend, it's me. Didn't expect to meet me here? To be honest, me too. I thought you would never come to see me again. " "Are you really...?" Something was bothering Brother Baxter. Did he really see a ghost? Normally, when any priest sees a ghost, he will begin to "exorcise" by saying prayers, but Brother Baxter did not want to exorcise this ghost. After all, this ghost of the past was more valuable to him than his own life. “let’s not talk about that now,” said his new-old acquaintance. The man who was once Brother Baxter's whole world is now just a memory. “On the day you died, some part of me died with you. You know, all these 5 years, all I did was think about you. I missed you so much.” It seemed that the strictest school principal one could imagine was about to burst into tears. "Yes, sometimes letting go of a loved one is difficult, but still, it is real. You still have time. Spend it wisely. And I'll wait for you on another side" “You say this so easily, as if you didn’t even feel sorry for me...” - Baxter said sarcastically "Why should I feel sorry for you?" "I don’t know, maybe because the person I loved died? And now I’m sitting on this fucking bench and talking to the air. ” "WHO YOU CALLED AIR, BE CAREFUL WITH YOUR WORDS, MAN" The old clock in the bell tower of the church in the middle of the cemetery struck midnight. "It’s already midnight, so fast?” “Thank you for everything, dear friend. You know that all this time I continue to think about you and continue to love you. Even after my death. Sorry for everything, but now it’s time for me to go. The afterlife does not wait, unfortunately..." An old friend, or let's finally admit it, the love of Brother Baxter's life, disappeared into thin air, leaving only a bitter feeling of sorrow and guilt. "Goodbye Dear Barnabas, I loved you too "