(alice sat on the swing, circling the ground with her feet. she imagined noa sitting next to her on the other swing. but she couldn't. she couldn't find herself living a lie. the lie that noa still likes her. the lie that noa still acknowledges her as his friend.
maybe it was a lie from a beginning. a big inflated dream. the dream that noa liked talking to her over the phone. the dream that they played and drank in the playground. the dream that they were happy together. now a cruel, mocking dream. a lie that she has to endure.
she wanted to cry, but she didn't know what to cry about. so much pain had been inflicted upon by so many different people. a salt repeatedly layered over wound after wound.
but even through all this, she couldn't hate noa. because noa had helped her spring life into her. hope. he had given her hope. and like a fool, she still hopes that noa will come back to her. with his signature mischievous smile. that smile. the smile she dreams about it everyday. but recently, those dreams had to turned into nightmares as noa slowly walks away. but maybe it wasn't a dream. maybe it was reality… but alice didn't want to believe in that. no. that can't be right.
so she still hopes. and hopes.
she writes her hope down on the ground.)
" noa, i miss you. please come back. please come back"
(she wrote. but sometimes the words on sand got erased because of her tears. she had to write them several times over. but when the deed was done. she sighed and left the playground.
a couple of minutes later, it began to rain. it took away her words with indifference as nature usually doess. with no tears left to remark on the situation, alice choose to laugh. a humourless laugh. she laughed at the sky for choosing such an unfortunate time. she laughed at elizabeth and she's done to noa and her. and most of all, she laughed at herself. because she was a fool. because she was a fool. )
