Dialogue Type Essay: 119

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We were young, maybe we still are but the time passed by so fast that the big things became unknown. Laughing, smiling- it slowly fades because everything got so serious. Why? No one knows it’s a change that sticks with us until the end. It’s supposed to make us successful and be filling with happiness but I don’t even remember the last time I was happy. Months ago maybe but it felt like years. Harold’s gone. We don’t know where he is- dead or alive. Who would’ve killed him? Me, exactly what everyone thinks. Why? I was last seen with him-it was true. We were, not in the good way even. Harry and I fought, nonsense not like the usually. He got really angry after and storm out of my flat. Nobody knew where he was going, not even me.
I heard the bell ring outside my flat, Harry has asks me if he could come over. I knew something strange was going to happen because he never asks to come over anyways. Usually just get him here without telling me. The bell rang again this time adding a knock with it. He was becoming impatient, I slowly open the door to be greeted by the curly boy who looked just like me but has way more tattoos peeking out that t-shirt he’s wearing. This was the first time I actually saw my brother in a very long time to realize the features on his face, tire. His usual smile has disappear, there were dark circles forming under his eyes.
Fame has affected his life, maybe not just that. The ones around him as well, when I use to live with mum and Rob the fans were so crazy that they had found out where we lived and kept bothering our neighbours. We didn’t want that to happen and thought it was better to move, two years later I decided to move out to fulfill my own dreams. Arts-whether it was writing, playing...

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...eparated even more. When it was happening I thought it would be good because we can now truly find who we really are but sometimes I couldn’t help myself thinking what it would be like to still have him around.
Both of us are now listening to the silence between us. It wasn’t an awkward one or those comfortable silences. It was just a silence for us to think, drift apart for a while and come back to realize how to continue with the situation. I couldn’t help but look at Harry to see what he was doing-staring at the wall. He seemed to notice I was staring at him and turned to look at me right in the eye, it was full of agony and fear. Harry quickly stood up brushing himself off and started walking towards the front door, “Where are you going?” I asked. “Somewhere where I can escape,” and with that he left. He got in his car and gave me a last glance and he was gone.

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