In a town far away from yours, in a room full of love and sorrows, sitting at a messy desk is a girl. A girl whos heart is broken beyond repair. A girl who will never love again.
She is not heartbroken over a boy, on the contrary he is the only thing she has right now. She is heartbroken over her first love, her best friend, her sister.
She picks up the phone and makes a call. It rings once
twice
three times.
"Hey this is Falicia, I'm not here right now, so leave a message and I'll call you back."
"Hey Falicia this is Chelsey." Her voice was shaking, she tried to straighten it to no avail. "I guess you dont want to talk to me, but if you do I guess just call me back..I'll be here.. I lo- bye." She flipped her phone shut and the tears started flowing.
Putting her head down on the desk she tried to think of what to do. She sobbed and decided she needed to write a letter. Maybe if she sent a letter, she would find out that Falicia wasn't mad and that her phone was just being weird. She doubted it, but at this point it was the only option she had left.
She picked up a piece of paper, and grabbed a purple pen, Falicia's favorite color.
So, this is it. The moment we promised would never come. The moment there is not longer Chelsey and Falicia, best friend. No, now is the moment where it's Chelsey, one of Falicia's old friends. The moment that there is nothing left for our friendship at all.
And if this is really how you want our friendship to end, I have some things you might like to know.
The most important, and hopefully most obvious thing, is that I love you. No matter what you ever say or do to me or other people you'll always be the first person to ever leave a mark on my heart. Even though to you I am nothing, you're still my everything; my sister, and my very best friend. No matter where you go, what you do, or how much you hate me, I'll always be here waiting for you. Always
I also want to let you know that I miss you. A lot. Too much even. I don't know if you ever still think about me, but I think about you all the time. I wonder if you are alright, and I really hope you are.
You have hold, and will always hold half of my heart. The difference between your piece of my heart and his piece of my heart, is that the piece you hold has been broken into a million pieces which I doubt are possible to even put back together.
Maybe it isn't to late. Maybe we can go back to what we were, maybe not. It's your choice. I am ready for whatever you decide to do. If you choose to leave know one thing: Love never dies.
Folding up the piece of paper she stuffed it into a drawer where she had just put all of Falicia's things. She was still broken, and hurt, but maybe putting her words on paper, it would take away some of the hurt. She doubted it, but decided now was not the best time to be pessimistic. Closing the drawer extra gently, she took of the necklace she had been wearing for 3 years and put it in the drawer, as a final Farwell.
Walking over to her bad she laid down sobbing for a while. Forever is a long time and we didnt make it she thought as she finally drifted off to sleep
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