Kay. I'm not dead, I swear. I'm just busy. Straight after exams I got a counselor's job taking care of 4-5 year olds. And let me tell you, while they are uber cute, they are the biggest handful ever. I'm so tired it's not even funny.

Anyway. I told Erin (aka blu3jeanbaby) that I'd write her something for her birthday. Which was basically a month ago, but hey, hopefully the thought still counts. It better, because I'm really not that great at original fictions, more so short stories. Maybe since it's my first one (non-school-related). So Kirshy, please forgive me if it's crap. I tried.
Everyone's welcome to read it as well (just don't kill me with criticism T.T)

Title: Dear Friend
Author: thewhitelotus aka Hinata-hime
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship, Drama
Word Count: 1,006 (damn it! My goal was 1,000. Stupid 6 words over the limit...)


Dear Friend:
Do you remember when we first met? Funny. I can’t either. I always seemed to have known you. Wherever I was, so were you. Wherever you were, I was there too. It just seemed to work out that way. We were inseparable. In fact, we were probably twins separated at birth who, some way or another, ended up finding each other in this endless sea of humanity.

Dear Friend:
Do you remember that time in the third grade? Well, of course you don’t. That was forever ago, after all. Well there was this group of kids teasing me. So what if I lost my two front teeth a little later than others? But you know, I shouldn’t have ever worried at all. You were there. You stood up for me. You were always doing that, even if you didn’t always know it. That was just how you were.

Dear Friend:
Remember how excited we were to be going on to middle school? We were practically ancient in age by that time. Or so we thought at the time. We were finally going to get lockers. Ours were going to be always right beside each other. And we’d have a whole bunch of friends who’d wish they were as close as we were.

Dear Friend:
Did you expect us to remain close forever? I mean, taking a good look at our personalities, we were nothing short of to poles of the horseshoe magnet; forever destined to remain close, yet so very far apart in nature (currently a physics student, what can I say?). Do you remember the 7th grade? No, probably not. But again, I do. You met a handful of new people. I met the same ones. But of course, they got along with you better. You were the friendly one. That was always the case. It was just that, before, I’d been too naïve to see it.

Dear Friend:
After graduating from middle school, I knew things would never go back to the ways they were. You didn’t seem to think so, but I knew. You said dating would never interfere with friendship. What a joke, Friend. You were ahead of me in many ways: friends, sociability, intelligence. But for someone so savvy as yourself, you were very stupid. So very stupid. Of course, no one else thought so. Maybe you were simply blissfully ignorant, or truly innocent, or simply goddamn pure.

Dear Friend:
I know you were doing it on purpose. And still, you kept that stupid and incognizant look upon your face when we were together. Of course, the time had diminished exponentially since our younger and insouciant days of our youth. (High school does not count as youth, no matter what anyone says.) You’d insist on spending time together, without your new friends or your current date. In short, just the two of us. Did it ever occur to you that I didn’t want your company anymore? For the more I looked at you, the more I realised I wasn’t the person I wanted to be.

Dear Friend:
I didn’t realise how stupid you were until that day last February. Do you remember that? Probably not, once again. You stood up for me once again. I wished, from the bottom of my heart, you’d stop doing that. I was a changed person, remember? And if there was something that this new, tainted me hated, it was debt. You knew it. And yet you forced me into eternal debt. It was from then on, our pure and childish friendship was broken.

Dear Friend:
Debt wasn’t the only thing that came out of that incident. Thanks to you, my legs shake when crossing the street, and my stomach knots when I enter a car. You should have let it hit me. I would be less missed than you. Do you know how many people showed up to see you? I don’t quite remember. But it was more than I had fingers and toes.

Dear Friend:
They say I lost a good friend—a real sibling. I gave a moving speech, so I also heard. There was not a dry eye in the building. They lied, Friend. My eyes weren’t red, like everyone else’s. But I didn’t think it was appropriate to say I was glad you were gone. Finally, when I stepped outside, the sun seemed a lot brighter than I remembered. I knew why; there was no shadow to cover me now.

Dear Friend:
You don’t remember much of anything now, lying uncomfortably in that hole in the ground, do you? Be grateful, Friend. I came to visit you in your sorry new home. I brought you some lilies. They used to be your favourite. Of course, if it came from me, it was automatically your favourite. Even in your final moments, you were pitiful. How could you have looked at me with happiness in your eyes as you took your final breaths, as to say you were glad to go in my place.

Dear Friend:
I’ll admit, it’s a little lonely. No one knows what I’m thinking anymore. No one calls at 2 AM because they think I’m asleep. But on the other hand, your friends notice me. Your date wants to try things out between us. Maybe things work out this way.

Dear Friend:
It must be raining today. Can you feel it? Though, the ground is mostly dry, and the sky lacks clouds. But it must be raining. My face is wet.

Dear Friend:
Is it too late to say I’m sorry?

Dear Friend Best Friend:
Please don’t go. I was only kidding when I said I hated you. I was only joking when I called you stupid. I really liked your silly and innocent smile. So please, won’t you come back? Come call me at 2 AM. Tell me it’s a joke. I’ll make you a deal. Next time you come to see me, I’ll tell you what I’ve never said before:
Best Friend, I love you.


Yeah. I hope that wasn't ridiculously horrid.