Best Friends
I first met her at the train station. It was a cold winter afternoon and the icy wind blew through her long, curly hair. I saw she was freezing because of the bright red colour the cold gave to her ears. I asked myself what to do, I just couldn't let this girl suffer 'til her train arrived.
Luckily I had a beanie in the pile of junk next to the bin at platform 5 that I call my home. So, I picked it up and ran towards her. She didn't recognize me at first, probably because I'm so short, even though she wasn't tall, either, but after gently tapping on her thigh she looked down at me and saw the red, a bit worn out looking beanie. She kneeled down to me and said: 'Thank you, how did you know I was freezing?'
Then her train arrived, she smiled at me one last time and entered the wagon.
Since then, we met almost every day. We didn't do much together, most of the time we just sat on a bench and looked into the distance. Sometimes she said things like: 'Y'know I'm pretty happy I have someone to wait with me for the train. Before I met you the loneliness almost killed me.' , my usual answer was just nodding. We both enjoy the simple things. But after a certain time I decided to break the rest of the ice between us. So, once there were a lot of pigeons at the platform and we both observed them thoroughly, suddenly I jumped up, ran towards them as fast as I could and screamed from the bottom of my tiny lungs. Off course I shocked everything out of these pigeons and they flew away hecticly. The whole time she sat on the bench and her giggles developed into a loud, heartwarming laughter. I came back and she snorted with laughter. As she finally calmed down a little she said excitedly: 'That was absolutely HILARIOUS!! Did you see how stressed out these pigeons were and how angry and irritated they stared at you!' , and she bursted out in laughter again. This proofed that my icebreaker was super effective. I'd say this was the beginning of a wonderful friendship.
And so, time passed by, the days became longer, the weather became warmer, and our friendship became closer. We were a part of each other's life. I really cared for her, we were... I would call it best friends. We understood each other, I least I thought that. I noticed when something was bugging her and she knew that, so she wouldn't hide stuff from me for a long time.
One time she told me about a boy called Josh who she had a crush on. She claimed Josh was very popular at her school and every girl in her class had a crush on him but she would be the first one to confess her feelings to him. I gave her an encouraging look and she boastes proudly: Tomorrow I'll tell him!'
The next day she was crying. As I came closer her shaky voice started to form words. 'I told J..Josh that I liked him and asked him if he wants to be my boyfriend. His answer was laughing and pointing and shouting at me. He called me ugly and said that I have a pigs' nose... As his voice became l..louder the crowd around us got bigger. I bet the whole sch..school witnessed it. Everyone was laughing at me.'
She bursted out in tears.
Seeing her crying made me sick. And in fact, she wasn't ugly at all. Her nose is more like a cute snub nose than a piggy nose. She really is a beautiful child. Josh is just a bully.
'I lost all my friends, no one will ever want to talk to me.. I disgraced myself.'
There wasn't a moment in my entire life when my whish of being able to talk was bigger than the second she said this. But I couldn't. I just had to look at her. I just had to see her tears building up in her eyes and dripping down her face. 'You don't understand me', she whispered, 'why would you?'. I still wish I could tell her that I understood everything.
'I guess.. I have to find some real friends.'
Then she stood up and ran away.
This was the last time I saw her...
I hope she's OK. She is still my best friend.. and my only friend. I get why she left, she should be with someone like her, someone who can answer her.
I miss her, she was the first one who saw more in me than my appearance.
Ugh, why do I tell myself this story over and over again, am I so lonely?
Huh? Who's that on the bench we used to sit on? Is she..? No it can't be, I remember her much smaller, but also a lot of time passed by..
Oh.. I think she recognized me, she comes closer.
'Hey Mr. Cat, wanna go for a walk?'
