Georgie,
I never got to tell you about Arya. She meant everything to me.
I met her in college. She was rehearsing her lines. I had been dragged along to the rehearsal by a friend. She kept on mixing up her lines.
It was adorable.
Given chance after chance, she finally got the main role. She had pleaded and cajoled, threatened and bullied.
She reminded me of you.
Before her, I had been drifting. I was still in turmoil after everything that had happened. Losing you was one of the worst things I had to endure. Losing her was one thing I didn't want to fathom.
She helped me forget you.
She was captivating. She enjoyed a good laugh. She loved herself. She loved everyone.
She too, was hidden in some layers. Under the false hood of laughter, she too was a soul who took all the blame on herself.
She was so different, yet so alike to you.
She was the one who pushed me to go and mend our relationship.
You would have liked her.
Your little chubbykins,
Fred
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Short StoryThey were akin to ice and fire. Could Ice live without her Fire? Could Fire die without his Ice?
