They aren't your friends.
Derick wakes up and goes on with his regular day. He was a different boy, he enjoyed the simplest beauties of the world. The way people's faces light up when they smile, the gentle sound of rain outside his window at night, the ability to breathe, everything. Derick was loved by many, and he loved many back. He was the kind of kid that would send a sympathy text message to someone if he knew they were sad, or would randomly send an appreciation text to let his loved ones know how much they meant to him.