forever.

2 days before.

I woke up, ate breakfast, and started to get ready for school. Mallie called me, and told me she was coming over so we could walk to school together, like we always do. I let her in, even though I was still in my pajamas, she hugged me like she hadn't seen or heard from me in a million years. "Ugh, I love you so much. Pick up your phone next time, babe. You worry me," she said. I held her back, " I'm just glad to know that you're thinking about me," I replied. "Always, babe." She helped to make me breakfast while I got dressed, and together we belted Ariana Grande and danced around. "Her eyes are always sparkling like diamonds," I thought, "She's so gorgeous, and perfect, and..."
"Ouch! My fricking...ugh," she said. "Babe? What's wrong?" I asked to show my sympathy. "I cut my finger while slicing these stupid strawberries," she said as she held her finger, " Get me a band-aid, please." "Why can't I kiss it better?" I thought. I walked into the bathroom to get the band-aids and heard a screech from the kitchen. "AAHHH!!! YOU MOTHER-," "Hey, hey, babe. Calm down, please." She ran up to me and stopped. I lulled her away from her anger by whispering sweet words in her ears, and I ran my fingers through her long, luscious, nutmeg hair. She started to Sob in my arms, but all I could do was shush her and pet her head. When I realized this, I started to cry with her. "Hey," I whispered, "What exactly were you mad at me for at the mall the other day?" Her cry became heavier and she pulled me closer to her. She grabbed and tore the back of my thin tee-shirt, outraged that I could be so stupid. "Why are you always so oblivious to every situation? I frickin hate that about you. You never pay attention; never care for my feelings or emotional moments. I can't deal with it anymore; you're toying with my life. Make your own breakfast." She looked up at me, then slowly turned, and walked away, shaking her head in disbelief. I could hear her mumbling to herself. She wiped her tears from her face; I wiped my and her tears from mine, and all I could do was stand and stare in awe. "She is so amazing," I thought. "She is so understanding. She is so in love with me." I walked to my window, and watching her walk to school by herself, I felt empty; her hand wasn't in mine.