Kyle and I are best friends, but how we started to talk is a long story. One day, while (walk) in one of the library passages, I saw a boy carrying a huge pile of books. This meant he was a person with no (society) life on weekends. (sudden), some boys knocked the books out of his hands. His glasses flew off. With a sad (express) on his face, he struggled to get his glasses. At that moment, I gave him a hand, and since then, we (be) friends. A few years later, he became a handsome young man. He got so popular almost everyone wanted to make friends with him. When he gave a talk on the last day of our high school, he told us that he had secretly planned (kill) himself on the day when he and I talked the first time. Then he gave me grateful look. At that moment, I realized I had done had helped him so much and even saved his life.
