![]() Your scraped knees stung like they’d been pierced by bees. It was spring and you could hear the laughter of students as their scuffed sneakers scuffled on the grass. Kicking a ball around was a familiar pastime for kids raised in rural idyll. Surrounded by mountains rather than skyscrapers, the air was clean and life was simple. However, matters of the heart were never quite so peaceful. People say fights strengthened friendships to which you’ve been in many fights with your best friend. ![]() On a door frame in your house was pencil-marked height measurements of the two of you growing up side-by-side. She was like your sister to which sibling fights were even more common. If the countryside was where your roots were then your roots were intertwined with hers. Perhaps it’s why your wires crossed so frequently. You’ve fought with her countless times over countless things. Deep inside the memory box under your bed was an apology letter written in colourful scribbles from her as a toddler. ![]() At the end of the day, whether it’s candy, toys or boys, nothing could compare to the two of you being in each other’s lives.īut this was the first time she ever pushed you off a flight of stairs. It was an accident, really, although the push was intentional. Falling down, knowing nothing would catch your fall, was the scariest. You wonder if she had seen the betrayal in your eyes like you had seen in hers when you told her you’ll move to the city after graduation. The world had spiralled around you and when you landed, shaken and aching all over, you saw darkness then her horror-stricken face. ![]()
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