I hear the melody, a lively tune alive with passion. I hear it echo throughout the woods, resounding off of every tree. I hear the thumping of my best friend's boots as he hops around in his unique form of dancing. I hear the calling of birds, far in the distance.
I see the form of my best fiend, grinning at me. I see him sit down to rest, breathing hard from the effort of dancing. I see the woods, in themselves a wonder, with greens and browns mixed into an intricate masterpiece. I see the far-off figure standing on the bridge, waving her hand in the air.
I feel the wooden ocarina in my hands vibrating as I play my song. I feel the breeze blowing past me, whipping my verdant hair around wherever it wishes. I feel our friendship from long ago in my heart.
I hear the girl on the bridge calling out to him, impatience in her voice. I hear him running rather quickly, away from me. I hear the tune I play falter slightly.
I see him walk off with her, without even waving goodbye to me. I see the bridge sway slightly as the wind bats at it.
I feel the ocarina slip out of my grip, falling to the ground and shattering into a thousand pieces. I feel the tear on my cheek drip off of my face to join the splinters of my instrument. I feel my heart crying, Aren't friendships supposed to be forever?
Years pass. I walk silently to my house, passing so many children playing happily on the sidewalk. I find a note on my door, stuck with a single piece of tape. I pull it off and read it.
I blink, put it on my table and fix myself dinner. The note stays in my mind. It is from him.
I haven't heard from him since that day so long ago, when we danced to my music.
I had gotten rather excited when I glanced at the return address, but now I feel nothing but disappointment.
He is getting married in a week, and I am invited to his wedding.
Congratulations to him, I guess.
I see him in a black tuxedo, standing next to that girl. She is in a white dress with too many flowers. I see him lean down to plant a kiss on her cheek. I sit in the pew, trying inconspicuously to wipe away my tears.
The ceremony starts. After a rather long and boring speech by the minister, it is time for the vows. As I wait, I think how good he looks in that tux, and how stupid she looks. But these thoughts are only jealousy.
The ringbearer walks up the aisle. As the minister says his line, I fidget. This will be the worst, I think.
He says his vows. She says hers. I lick my lips and taste salt as my tears, now flowing freely, run down my face into my mouth.
He is asked if he will take her as his wife.
My heart pounds madly.
That could have been me, I think.
He says yes.
