Looking at the pictures we took together, I felt a wave of sadness hit me straight on the face.
I will never get the chance anymore, will I?
Still blaming myself for not treasuring those chances which I had, I made up my mind. My parents were gone, and now her, the only sun in my life, was gone too. Who would I share my troubles with? My joy with? My sadness with? There is really nothing to live for... Anymore...
Picking up a knife and getting ready, I made a final flashback of the accident...
Oh, she looked so perfect standing there, in the middle of PE, with the gentle morning breeze blowing onto her hair. Suddenly, a ball hit me in the head. “Hey! Why didn’t you receive the ball?” Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked up and was greeted with an angry face. Apologising quickly, I made my way to the corner of the court to continue looking at her. From then on, I knew.
Being classmates, I got to know her very easily, as our class council frequently organises class bonding activities. Noticing her standing by the side all alone, I decided to take this chance and talk with her. I even gave up on the game of soccer just to engage in a conversation with her...
Soon enough, we became friends, and then best friends, as I was the only person who accepted her for who she was, not discriminating against her for being different and having interests in things which her classmates deem as “weird”. For that, she was really thankful.
I have helped her to solve quite a few of her problems, mostly bullying cases, as there are some people who really dislike her. Spreading rumours... Framing her... Anything that you could think of, they did it. Most of them were solved in the end, but there was this problem which I was oblivious to. She has kept this secret from me, and suffered by herself, after seeing how much pain I went through, standing up for her and ruining my relationship with my friends in the class. She knew that it would get worse, so she kept quiet...
One day after school, we walked home together, still laughing and all, but I didn’t know that it was the last time I would get to do so... I did not notice her secretly putting a farewell letter into my side pocket. Before we parted ways at the junction, she embraced me with a warm hug, but I did not notice the tears shimmering in her eyes. I have never felt a hug before... She was the only person who gave it to me. I would have hugged her back, but I did not know the meaning behind the hug.
When I got home, I noticed a piece of paper sticking out of my pocket. Feeling curious, I tore the envelope open. There was a sea of words, but one specific sentence caught my eye.
“It may be my last time seeing you, and being in your company.”
Suddenly, I realised something amiss. Dialling the number of her house, I waited anxiously for an answer, but there was none...
The next day came, and the news arrived that my best friend, my pillar of hope and support for these past few years without my parents, had died. DIED. I broke down on the spot, trying to clear my mind about this. Once I reached home, I dashed up the steps and took out the letter, scrutinising it carefully. She has always been a victim of cyberbully... But she didn’t tell me... Because she loved me.
I have always loved her.
I have yet to tell her about my first encounter with her, and those times which we had. I bit down on my tongue, but I want to scream out, that I love her, but I did not. I was scared. But now, even the chance is gone... It’s all my fault...
The loud click of the knife jolted me back into the real world. Still stuck in that state of mind, I looked around, expecting to see her beside me. There was nothing. Mustering all my courage, I picked up the knife again...
I will never get the chance anymore, will I?
Still blaming myself for not treasuring those chances which I had, I made up my mind. My parents were gone, and now her, the only sun in my life, was gone too. Who would I share my troubles with? My joy with? My sadness with? There is really nothing to live for... Anymore...
Picking up a knife and getting ready, I made a final flashback of the accident...
Oh, she looked so perfect standing there, in the middle of PE, with the gentle morning breeze blowing onto her hair. Suddenly, a ball hit me in the head. “Hey! Why didn’t you receive the ball?” Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked up and was greeted with an angry face. Apologising quickly, I made my way to the corner of the court to continue looking at her. From then on, I knew.
Being classmates, I got to know her very easily, as our class council frequently organises class bonding activities. Noticing her standing by the side all alone, I decided to take this chance and talk with her. I even gave up on the game of soccer just to engage in a conversation with her...
Soon enough, we became friends, and then best friends, as I was the only person who accepted her for who she was, not discriminating against her for being different and having interests in things which her classmates deem as “weird”. For that, she was really thankful.
I have helped her to solve quite a few of her problems, mostly bullying cases, as there are some people who really dislike her. Spreading rumours... Framing her... Anything that you could think of, they did it. Most of them were solved in the end, but there was this problem which I was oblivious to. She has kept this secret from me, and suffered by herself, after seeing how much pain I went through, standing up for her and ruining my relationship with my friends in the class. She knew that it would get worse, so she kept quiet...
One day after school, we walked home together, still laughing and all, but I didn’t know that it was the last time I would get to do so... I did not notice her secretly putting a farewell letter into my side pocket. Before we parted ways at the junction, she embraced me with a warm hug, but I did not notice the tears shimmering in her eyes. I have never felt a hug before... She was the only person who gave it to me. I would have hugged her back, but I did not know the meaning behind the hug.
When I got home, I noticed a piece of paper sticking out of my pocket. Feeling curious, I tore the envelope open. There was a sea of words, but one specific sentence caught my eye.
“It may be my last time seeing you, and being in your company.”
Suddenly, I realised something amiss. Dialling the number of her house, I waited anxiously for an answer, but there was none...
The next day came, and the news arrived that my best friend, my pillar of hope and support for these past few years without my parents, had died. DIED. I broke down on the spot, trying to clear my mind about this. Once I reached home, I dashed up the steps and took out the letter, scrutinising it carefully. She has always been a victim of cyberbully... But she didn’t tell me... Because she loved me.
I have always loved her.
I have yet to tell her about my first encounter with her, and those times which we had. I bit down on my tongue, but I want to scream out, that I love her, but I did not. I was scared. But now, even the chance is gone... It’s all my fault...
The loud click of the knife jolted me back into the real world. Still stuck in that state of mind, I looked around, expecting to see her beside me. There was nothing. Mustering all my courage, I picked up the knife again...
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