Disclaimer: The story is a fiction based on the author's own inspiration and creation. All characters in the post are purely fictional and the happenings in the story are not based on true events.
One
He opened the door only to receive a surprise. In his heart, it was a pleasing one. She stood by the doorstep, looking just like last time.
"Come on in. What's up?" he causally asked.
"Well, there's been such a long time since we had talked," she replied, flinging herself to the vacant loveseat. "I kinda missed you."
He kept his eyes fixed at the walls as he closed the door of his apartment. A long silence fell. Cars honked and dogs barked outside the apartment.
"Well," he begun, a knot on his throat, as he enunciated his words with difficulty, "we had not even met, let alone talked."
He took his seat and glanced back at her. She had her eyes shut and was concentrating with big effort. Tilting her head a little, she spoke:
"It's okay. Let's not talk about the past," she opened her eyes and stared into his, "It doesn't matter anymore, we were kinda idiots and childish that time."
She seem relaxed. He loosen his grip and felt that he was also, actually smiling in a sheepish way. She caught his eye and laughed a little.
"Well, I guess that's so much for being friends. We forgive and forget." she said.
"You forgot me, I thought," he begun, his sentence hanging in mid conversation. He looked at her, as she waved her hand, stretching,
"It's impossible for me to forget you," she crossed her legs and leaned forward.
"Friends forever."
He stood on the exact spot since she had left fifteen minutes ago. His eyes lingered over the empty photo frames piled up messily on the corner of the apartment, dust covered and forgotten. Those frames once captured the memories that he could never again dared to pursue. His left hand clutching the unfinished bottle of margarita, he gulped down with one swallow. As he staggered into his bed, his head kept replaying the words she said then:
"Friends forever."
Two
She pulled her cardigan across her face against the strong night wind. Looking up, she saw something just beautiful in contrast of her whole day: A full moon, bright and a flawless circle, illuminating the night sky. Her long hair danced in the wind as she closed her eyes to rejoice herself under the moonlight.
A tear fell.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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