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He disappeared from his close friends’ radar a few years ago. He told no one where he was going. So, obviously, I wouldn’t know. No one would have told me anyway. I was just a friend, anyway.

Well, that was just about the time he was supposed to begin college, start working towards a major, and figure out life plans.

But he had once told me something. It was when I asked him about college back when I was about to graduate. He replied back with a question.

To ask in reverse, why do you go to college? For what?

You go to college for yourself. Because your parents want you to go. Because you want to secure a good job.

But, then, if the answer is thus, then you aren’t really going to college for yourself. You’re going in order to fulfill the dreams of another. Do you really want to go to college?

My question became another. He has that way of dropping your argument like a ball and chain.

But, I went to college, to follow the dreams of another, and he slipped away into thin air.

And I never forgot about him. 

It’s odd that I didn’t. I mean, I’d only known him for a few years. High school. Those three years.

His friends have known him since he was a kid.

And yet, he never left my mind for those missing years. I thought he’d disappear one day, but he was always there, in the farthest corner.

Why would I remember such a guy? One who slowly knocks me off course.

*Author's note: Wow, 400+ views?? *rubs eyes* Thanks for reading~ Please feel free to critique as you see fit~ Like 'there's not enough detail' or anything of that sort! >w<)/

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