Pulling Threads

"Talk to me Mila" Ezra's voice seemed softer when he rounded the corner and came over to me, pulling us down to sit on the floor. "Tell me about her"

I looked back at his understanding eyes, wanting to tell him everything, but I'm a coward. So I settled for the same rehearsed speech.

"Julia was very special to me. We had been together since diapers, as I told you before. You could say we pretty much existed because the other did. It wasn't that we had a dependable relationship, we were just meant to be friends, I can't even explain it" Finishing the vague words I've told every single person that always asks about her I looked at him and he seemed focused on my words.

"I had one of those" he said looking deep into my eyes.

"A close friend?" I asked and he chuckled lowly.

"No, a monologue" I looked at him surprised and he turned away "My mother was an incredible person. She had that special thing that made you drawn towards her. I love and cherish every single moment with her and our connection goes beyond explanation"

When he finished I looked down in shame.

"Now, let's try this again" he put his hands on my chin and I lifted my head up to look at him "Tell me about her"

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This is the story of two knitted hearts, with ruined strings and big breaches realizing together that there is beauty in pulling the threads.