It was the first time he disobeyed, the wishes of others. He didn't really care at this point. He got used to it, always being in pain. "She forgot about you." they would say. "If she cared she would have said something." they replied. Yet all the time he knew she hadn't. He had a feeling, as if she had reached out.
He was talking to his friend, he always did when he thought of her. He knew his problem best. This time though it was hitting him hard. He couldn't stop thinking about her. His friend told him to relax and he tried, the depression always got to him. So, he went to an old website he used to write on. He forgot the password for a while, he was to upset to think about it. When he finally logged on he saw a read circle by his name. "A message! I haven't used this in over 9 months. What could it be." He said it so it would only reach his own ears. He clicked on it. A small bar came up with notifications, next to two of them he saw a picture he knew all to well. "She.... she remembered me." he said beginning to cry. He was cut short when he felt a vibration from his desk.
"Where did you go?" it was his friend. He sat in aw for so long his friend got worried. He picked up the phone and typed, "She remembered me. She is like me. She never forgot." He knew what his friend would say. He would be confused at first, yet that wouldn't last long. His friend would try and help him, get him out of his thoughts. They were like water, he needed to come up for air. Yet when the conversation started he realized why they were friend. They faced the same problems, only in different ways.
The friend began to freak out, if one hadn't the other would have. "Thank you." he said in his head. He began to feel the tears shorten. He had always put his problems aside as much as possible to help a friend.
When his friend finally calmed it was his turn. He began to cry again. He told his friend. When the friend asked why his only response, "I miss her..." His friend tried to help as much as he could yet he was to weak. His friend had to rest, he understood. For the rest of the night he stayed up, thinking. Her beautiful eyes that sparkled in the light, her gorgeous hair dyed to her liking, and that smile... he remembers it all to well. It always made him smile back. He could never forget, the promise he made to her.
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Seeing A Light
Short StoryI am writing this due to a great friend of mines saying, "I am only doing what I do best: letting my imagination lose, no matter how dark it is." This writing is for that friend. I miss you.