Don't Look Back

I Believe In...

I sit in a cafe in a little street. There isn't much, just few little boutiques, a junk store and a book store. I have come here with my mum ever since my dad left. This was the cafe she told me daddy was no longer going to live with us. I wasn't too shocked, bit I did cry. Now it's just my mum and I.

I sit in one of the booths up against the wall, lost in drawing. I'm supposed to be meeting everyone here. It is Demi’s last day before she 'ventures' off into her new school. The rest of the week was terrible. When she told Fi and Sophie she was moving they were shocked, and they cried for who knows how long. I myself didn’t cry. I haven't cried since Annie’s death. Christy didn't really care; she has a lot of other friends.

In fact, Christy texted just now saying:

Soz. Busy. Tell demi bi xxx

It was very shallow and not heartfelt at all. I guess she really meant it then. Demi walks in at that moment, followed shortly after by Sophie and Fi. They cried, they know I couldn't cry, they understand. We gave her a charm bracelet that had a paint brush, because I love art, a microphone, because Fi loves singing, a pot plant, because Sophie is a super gardener and a sewing needle because Demi loves sewing. It was a long time we sat there, talking about times with Demi, from a long time ago, and from recently as well. We all said our last good byes, each giving her a separate note of all of our feelings. Tomorrow will be Demi’s last day here, but she's spending it with Evan. I thought that was sweet. My note read:

Dearest of all Demi's,

I remember the day we met. You were so intriguing, different to all the other kids in the kindergarten class, you looked shy but there was a shine in your eyes, like you were slowly judging every single person, as if you were higher than they (which is true). So I marched up to you, grabbed your hand and shook it. "I'm Roni" I said. That was the beginning of a relationship. We hardly ever fight, but when we do, I'm ashamed to say that you are usually right. You are the one to usually settle arguments, though. Demi, the settler, settling arguments since the were invented ;) Now that you are leaving, it hurts so much. It's like you're tugging on my heart strings. Obviously I know it's not your fault. I wish you and Evan the best of luck; you deserve a guy like him. And here's to our friendship, which will continue onto when we are in a nursing home, being crazy together. I love you, you amazing wonderful girl!! Don't forgot us, and the service will be repaid ;)

Love, Roni

Soon they all left, me realizing that’d be the last time I'd see Demi for a long time. I smiled at memories of her.

Pip, the owner of this small cafe, understood why I was sitting here for so long. We were good friends. She was like a person I could talk to anything about. We have known each other since that day when I was ten years old, she has treated me like a sister. Now six years on, we are closer than ever. She helped me through Annie’s death. I resume my drawing of a beach, with a lonely person staring at a couple, holding hands.

"That's good." A male voice startling me out of my trance I go into when I draw. I look up to see Sean standing over my table, looking at my drawing with admiring eyes. I probably went as red as a tomato.

"Thanks." I mumbled, not looking at him.

"That's a rare site." he pointed out.

"Excuse me?" I questioned.

"To see you smiling, I don't see you smile much, but when I saw you drawing, there was a very small smile on your face." He smiled.

"There isn't much to smile about anymore."

He gestured to the seat, me nodding, yes.

"You should smile more, it looks good on you. Happiest girls are the prettiest girls."