A Broken Smile

Chapter Two: A Peek into my Past

As I was packing, but now for very different reasons, I stumbled across half of an old photograph. So old that when I saw it, my heart skipped a few beats.

It was Mason. The boy I had been best friends with since before I could remember. The boy that had gotten me through kindergarden. The boy that shared his snacks and asked me to play with him in the sand box. The boy who stood by my side no matter what. The boy who beat up another kid for calling my cursive "ugly." The boy that had ran by my side for years and years. The boy that had sat outside in the pouring rain with me, when my mom died. The boy I had both been enemies and best friends with at different points in her life. The boy that taught me everything I knew about sports. The boy that took me away from reality. The boy that had taken my breath away so many times. The boy that saved me so many times. The boy that had lied for me. The boy that I had to leave behind. The boy that had surely grown into such an amazing person. Yet, it was the boy that I could vaguely remember. I could easily recall his dark brown hair and green, so very green, eyes. Oh, and there was the way...His beautiful way of describing my pained smiles as "broken."

He had been the only one that understood what happened to my mom and stuck by me. Up until 3rd grade when things got complicated. When boys became "weird" and girls became "off limits." Then came the summer, when we tried to work things out. Reguradless...We were still constantly fighting, even though inside, we knew we cared about eachother. And then came that day.

That day when we had a fight about some stupid thing we had said to eachother. I had no time to tell him that I was moving away and would never see him again. All I had left him was a long letter explaining my apology and where I was going, a small ripped picture of me (I had the other half, of him), and a small sticky note saying "Best friends til' the end."

I ran away that day, crying. When I got home to my dad late at night, (yet again, the reason my life fell apart was because my dad had suddenly decided we were moving), Mason was sitting there on the front steps, waiting for me. I took one look at him, realized leaving was going to kill me, and ran inside, never officially saying good-bye. I also never officially admitted to myself that I had fallen for the one boy that I could never have.

Coming back to reality, sitting their on my bed looking at this picture, I realized that I forgotten about him for so many years. I smiled silently to myself remembering where my dad was shipping me off to. My home state. I had been born and raised in Massachusetts. There was a fat chance that Mason was still there though, let alone wandering around St. Mary's.

"Mason, I'm so sorry. I wish you didn't dissapear.", I uttered softly to myself.

They say, "be careful what you wish for", and I guess they're kind of serious. Because little did I know, fate had heard out my prayers, and began to unravel a plan.