The last drink

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It was in the primary days of going back to school when I saw a new girl with one of my friends. They were coming toward my way, I shaked my friend's hand then hers. She was wearing a black dress, a lock necklace and carrying a purple backpack. My friend and her were talking about something between them, I could hear nothing; neither the conversation, nor the girl's voice. No words came from me nor from her. Just after a few minutes, her mother picked her up taking her from us. I could not ask for her name nor for her day, but I could only remember the Libra tattoo drawn on her arm.

The next day, my friend introduced me to her and her to me. I looked at her giving a smile and finally knew her real name so I could never be ashamed of not calling her otherwise. Her name was unique, I’ve never heard one like hers; it sounded like a very rare kind of flower,and It was easy to remember.

However, the girl looked like an innocent angel with a devilish soul, which made her have two personalities. A visible one that everyone could see and a hidden one that most people were unable to see, not even her friends.
I could read every feeling that could pass by her eyes without even her noticing or knowing. I never flirted with her, nor gave compliments, but used meaningful words that could directly reach her heart.

After months of spending time together after school, things begin to change from getting to know each other to forming a good friendship. It felt like building a ship following all the right instructions. I heard people say that we won't support each other because we are different or as I was partly in love with another i could not betray her,etc. Different does not mean we can't understand each other, it only means that we can share different thoughts, loyalty and secrets.

The first time I asked about her day she was feeling tired and bored; she never liked the school system,she wasn't looking good that time, neither physically nor mentally. The girl had no interest in studying some useless subjects that she would not be using in real life. She needed a place to learn how to build strong emotions, study interesting subjects, and only that could lead her to moderate happiness. Through wisdom!

We all know that some love stories last, and some don't,as Mibella told me, she loved a boy that really was insanely in love with her, he could even sacrifice his life for her, but the tragedy was that she couldn't love him for so long, she decided to leave and try another way of love. I couldn't blame her, feelings can change at any moment, he should have been aware of any hit from life, it has no mercy on nobody, including our own acts. A person must always be ready for any random case. Mibella behaviors were not bad, but were human in the most detailed way. It’s better to hurt than to get hurt,but only few people would do so,when the cup gets full,the water overflows.

Her dreams were kind of limited, because she got tired of life, but these dreams were worth it;she wanted to form a beautiful family and empty her heart from all negativity and bad habits. Peace can be found anywhere the heart feels safe and comfortable within oneself and a certain partner.

As I remember, I waited for the two girls to come out, until I realized that the girl showed up alone, with no company. It looked like my friend was absent. It was our first time together alone, and that was awkward. We waited as usual next to the exit door, standing face to face, having nothing to say. I was wearing my favorite necklace, a skull with diamond eyes, I took it off and gave it to her in the hope of receiving it tomorrow.

After a long discussion on chat, I realized that she liked the necklace but she didn't know why I asked her to keep it. The reason was to give her a souvenir so she could remember our short conversations and moments, unlike what I informed her. Mibella looked confused after receiving my object, but I was pretty sure that a piece of metal could be meaningless, but as a gesture in itself, could be a lifetime memory.