you know the feeling when you feel so happy that you could just die of happiness? well that's what happening right now.
i push the school doors open and was met with the smell of rain. yes, it wasn't raining but it was before. i hate that smell, it disgusts me for some reason.
looking around, i try looking for Ella but i can't see her. did she leave me? but then, as i was going to look the other way, i see a tiny flicker of yellow and brown hair going around the flower bushes. holy.
i quickly run and turn towards the direction she went, thankful of my long legs. i placed 6th in cross country and i'm pretty proud of myself.
ella was the type of girl who wasn't athletic at all. she hated the idea of running or basketball and was really lazy. she would sit around everywhere and would be usually seen eating any type of unhealthy food. funny thing is, even though she ate a lot, she never grown weight. that's what I loved about her.
once again, i saw a flicker of yellow and turned right away. somehow, it was impossible to catch up to her. all i see in the past few minutes is a little yellow and brown hair. and then that's when i realized where she led me.
her house.
i looked up at the red house. it's been a long time since i've visited this place. glancing at Ella's window where i always would throw rocks at, i see her looking down at me. oh god.
i knock on the door, eager to go up the her room to see her. at least one last time so i can tell her that i love her and i miss her.
after a couple of seconds, the door swings open, rather harshly, but no one is there. i hesitantly enter, not sure if i should intrude like this. everything looks the exactly same as before. it's like Ella was never gone.
"hello?" this felt like a horror movie. where the dumb main character shouts "hello" and dies after. but this is not a movie, this is reality.
i curiously walk up the stairs, going to her room. i mean, why not? i haven't been there for a long time. i slowly strut through the hallway, turning a left and entering a yellow door. of course.
immediately after i stepped into her room, i smelt lemon and lavender scents mixed up. how do i know the exact scents might be your question. it's because i gave her that scented perfume for her birthday. her last birthday.
to be honest, i'm not a fan of perfume. in my opinion, the scent is too strong and it just bothers me. but, i obviously had to get this one for my best friend because she has always wanted it.
i didn't find out that she died until a few days after our last conversation. it was through text as well, which broke my heart.
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the image of her dead body flashes through my brain once again. it has been haunting me in the daytime, and in my sleep. it is what keeps me up at night.
i remember how numb i felt after that. at that time, i didn't know whether i was living in a dream or reality. i could hear the police sirens fading away as i sat on the cold, hard concrete ground.
it was unbelievable, but it was something that i would never forget.
