*disclaims*
Dedication: To all my friends who I don't talk to now, online and off, whether they read this or not; to all readers who was going to or is reading going to read this; and to everyone in the world who can relate to this.
Faded:
We were opposites, yet best of friends; one can tell. I was preppy and cheerful with the smile on my face and you led a silent life. I told you my secrets and you listened. However, you had a secret of your own; you were sickened with a deathly illness no one knew about.
I was closest to you. You needed me. I was your light, and you were my darkness. We completed most of each other. Life would not be the same without you.
You were closest to me, and only me. They say humans are the greediest of animals, that the human heart was made more from envy than not. Maybe it was.
I needed a break. I needed a break from everything: from the darkness hidden behind my smile, from the evil jealousy building within, and from the changes around me. I hate change.
You were mine. I was the closest to you; you were the closest to me. So why?
Realization hit me hard. Maybe what I really need a break from is the insecurity that stirred my heart. You promised you'll never forget me. We'll be best friends forever; you'll never part from me.
Or maybe the fault lies in me and my annoying ways. I was too clingy.
So I stopped.
Everything changed. Still, I smiled.
Like nothing had been changed.
We kept in contact. We still talked like the best of friends we were. Nonetheless, the truth had shown itself in our hearts, as visible as gold in silver.
The next time we met, I hugged you tight.
But you only let go, as I fall to the depths of loneliness.
I released you; you released yourself.
You were cured. I suffocated.
Maybe the fact was that I needed you more than you needed me.
We were the best of friends; yet, we faded into pieces of nothing as I passed by you and your friends in the halls. No connection held us together. We were merely strangers in the same school.
But...
I will look back to the memories buried deeply in my scarred heart and move on with a smile.
"Thank you."
This is a short oneshot, inspired by whoever inspired me, and the feelings I have. My writing probably had gotten worse, but hope you enjoyed reading it. Merry (Late) Christmas and Happy New Years.
- Euphraini