From Steph in Spain:
I spoke really briefly about my time with Max in Spain at the wake after the funeral. How despite not spending every second of my time with him, I considered Max one of my closest friends here. Getting back to normality here was hard. It still is if I'm completely honest. Not a day goes by that I don't think about him, that I don't walk past 'our coffee shop', or that I don't wish he could pop over my flat (even just for a cig and a chat about nothing.)
After the funeral I did go back to England after initially returning to Spain, as I couldn't quite handle things here. To have come to Cadiz in September, as a foreign student, we all expected a year filled with new experiences. NEVER did I expect that one of those would be seeing one of my new friends dying. Never. Even as I write this I still can't believe what happened that night. At times I look at videos of Max and us lot over here and think 'fuck - he really has gone'.
I was flicking through photos and videos from February, and came across one from a friend's birthday party here. One I hadn't seen before. Anyway - It took a while to get started but then it focuses on Max (as usual he looks comfortable acting up to the camera, swearing in Spanish and with fag in hand.) Towards the end of the filming Max leans over and gives me a cuddle. I really miss those cuddles.
xxx steffy xxx
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