Fast-forward five years and she is my best friend after 4 years of High School. Our friendship would last forever. We traveled between Massachusetts and New Jersey to visit each other in college and eventually transferred to Rutgers together to finish our last year of University as roomies, then both went on to become teachers.
When I bought my first house in 2009 she was there. She picked out the paint color for "her room," the guest room, and bought a bottle of champagne to toast our milestone as we sat in lawn chairs in the living room, drinking from red solo cups.
On July 1st that same year, days away from our housewarming party and my 27th birthday, we spent the day together like best friends often do. She had made a collage for me to commemorate my first home, incorporating a piece of the damask wallpaper we put up, the date, and even the cork from the champagne. It was a cherished birthday present of memories that will last forever. That evening we went out for dinner and made plans for the summer. She left my house during a summer shower that left a beautiful rainbow in the sky.
The next morning I was awoken by a phone call from our close friend and her current roommate- she hadn't come home. She had met some friends out later that night and collided with an 18 wheeler around 2:30am on July 2nd. She was killed on impact.
I never thought the moments we shared together earlier that day would be our last, or that the message she left me to "check out the huge rainbow outside,' would be the last thing I would ever hear her say.
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