There was this empty field by our houses. It was our field, mine and Elizavetas'. We would lay there in the grass and do whatever awesome things we wanted. It was there that I decided to call her "Eli". After all, the awesome me doesn't have to call her by the same name everyone else does. Sometimes we would talk, other times we would just lay there in silence. I liked those days. There was no pressure to keep the conversation going, just us, enjoying each other's company. I didn't have to worry about screwing anything up. I wouldn't have to worry about seeing her angry face. (Though it was lovely.) Eli didn't know how I felt about those days in the field though. There were so many of them. We had been going to that field for who knows how long. At first it was to play as kids, then to hang out. We spent our childhood together. We spent our teenage years together. I'm an adult now. We grew apart. She moved to the city. I haven't seen her since.
I was sure we would always be together, everyone did. I put all the blame of us growing apart on me. I didn't realize it but as we got older she had started becoming more beautiful. I had never noticed it before. All of a sudden guys started hanging around her more. They would hang out with me too, but just to get to her. I had made a few friends of my own though, their names are Francis and Antonio. Francis was a ladies' man. Antonio was happy go lucky, nothing could bring him down. We had gone on quite a few adventures but that's for another time. Eli always rejected the boys that asked her out. She said she wanted to focus on school. I'm sure there was another reason. Eli was never very serious about school, it wasn't her thing. I hoped in the back of my mind that she rejected them because she cared for me. Boy was I wrong.
There was this foreign exchange student name Roderich. He was rich, snooty, and plain weird but, all the girls loved him. Including Eli. He was a gentleman, smart, handsome (according to the girls, I mean, why would the awesome me ever check out that guy and his well-done hair?), and he played the piano very well. That was enough for her. She fell for him instantly. After all, she had been around me all her life. I was rough, too rough. To her a lot of things that used to be so normal between us had become unruly when we hit puberty. I screamed a lot, I ate large amounts, and I swore profusely. Those were just part of who I was though.
Roderich had so many girls (and guys) he could've gone out with! Why did he have to choose her? She was supposed to be mine. There were a million reasons why I didn't want to share her with anyone else. Like that bright smile of hers, the smell of her hair, or the cute way she looked when she ate sweets. She was supposed to be mine, and mine alone. Of course I never told her that though. It could've ruined our friendship. I was scared to do anything. I let him take her away from me.