Tears of Pain
Just as the rain pours down outside my fogged window, so the tears cascade from my darkened eyes. Eyes that are a mere reflection of the immense pain I feel in my heart. I never anticipated what had become my reality, and to me, it still felt like a dream. As if this world was only temporary and I would soon wake to the real world. But that was not to be the case. In dreams you don't feel pain, at least not physically, but here, I could. The pain in my heart was that of a hundred pound weight, a burden that I endured with every breath.
At least she was free, free to dream, free to fly, free to imagine to her heart's content. But not I, all I had left in the world was a crumpled up drawing of her. Leslie. A poor reminder of the shed of happiness she brought to my life. The drawing did her no justice. Colored pencils could never capture the essence of the free spirit that made up her being. So in all truth, all I had of her was a memory.
I pulled my knees to my chest and sobbed. I sobbed for Leslie and the guilt I felt for not inviting her to the museum with Miss. Edmunds and I. A fatal mistake, one I swore never to make again.
But most of all I sobbed for me, my loss of a best friend, and perhaps even something more.
A/N: I hope you all liked my first ever one-shot! Please make sure to review and tell me what you thought! Also check out my other story: Bridge to Love, and my poll. Thanks!