A Friend Forgotten

She stabbed me. . . that's why I turned my back at her. I haven't done anything wrong but she insulted me in front of her new friends. A tail? Who? Me? Okay, let's end it now! I promised to forget everything about her. From now on, I won't feel anything for her, "Apathy". I will forget her existence. It was a year later when an awful news came. . . 

She, she was seriously ill. Classmates and friends visited her. But I, I pretended not to hear a thing. I, I just kept my silence. Thinking, she pushed me to the other cliff and burned the bridge so I couldn't cross over. I could no longer be at her side. She disowned me face to face. I could no longer be part of her life, nor I can afford to show her how much I honestly care. So shut up! You must not entertain these thoughts. 

On my way going to the classroom, someone recognized me and said, "Were you her close friend back then? Have you heard the news about her sickness?". I paused and couldn't say a word. She was slightly puzzled and then she left. What on earth?! Many times, I thought of visiting her but why can't I have the guts to face her? My feet were frozen just like that! And I don't know what's wrong with me.

Then, months later. . . 

For the last time, I saw her in our school. She was surrounded by our classmates. One asked, "Are you coming back now?". She just smiled. I wanted to come near her but my feet couldn't dare a step. I just watched her from a far, feeling happy that she survived. . . Well and good, a sigh of relief that she's alright.

To my surprise, she passed away months after that. . .

If I couldn't dare to come near her while she's alive, how much more when she's gone? Deafening silence crushed my soul. We are now in different realms and not just on a cliff with a burnt bridge. 

In the middle of the dead and the living is a thin line where you can meet half way. Do you know where she met me instead? IN A DREAM. . . I asked her if she's okay. Then, she showed me her body full of bruises and told me how painful it was. We hugged and cried. I woke up with a heavy heart and tears still falling down my cheeks.

I realized, I was the one who completely destroyed the bridge yet she built another one to meet me and crossed impossibly in two different worlds. 

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