Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters mentioned are purely fictional. The narrative is completely creative and fictional and any resemblance to real-life characters is purely a coincidence.
It’s late at night. The moon lights up the sky as we look through the window. The gentle bustle of movement has died down and the dorm has fallen into the comfortable silence of the night.
We are lying on our beds. So who are we? I call her sunshine, she calls me darls. We are what you call best friends, sisters, or maybe just room-mates. Put a label if you want, but it does not matter. She’s talking about how bad her day at college was, and suddenly in the midst of the convo, she says, “It hurts. Even now. I thought it wouldn’t”- she takes a pause – “not to this extent. But it does.”
I think I know what she means, yet I ask her, “What hurts, sunshine?”
She replies, “Loving someone.” – she sighs – “Because it hurts when they leave. You know how they say love is romance. But I don’t think so. Friendship is love, family is love, pets are love, and when someone you love leaves, it hurts, darls.”
“Oh sunshine, I know love and romance are not the same thing and I know it hurts when they leave, especially if there aren’t any goodbyes.” I tell her.
She looks at me with an expression I can’t decipher and says, “But, the thing is that I’m glad she left without a goodbye.”
“Why?” I ask, perplexed.
“I don’t know if I would have let her go if she’d left with a goodbye. Even if she wanted to escape from my hold, I wouldn’t have” – she catches a breath – “been able to let her go. I would have tried to hold on more tightly than ever, you know.” She answers.
“Oh sun, it’s okay. Some people come into your life only to leave someday. But you made memories with her. Cause when she was with you, you loved her and she loved you back and that’s all that matters.” I explain.
She hums, then nods and states,” It’s like I know all of this, but it still hurts. I guess I left a piece of me within her.”
“Well, I know you loved her and she left but I love you and I’m here sun.” I try to comfort her.
She nods and I know from her face that she knows that but that does not make what she’s going through any better. She says that she’s going to try and sleep. And I’m left alone with my thoughts.
And I think of all the stuff that happened to her. She lost a friend she loved. Some people think it’s not going to hurt as much as a romance. But it does, and I’ve seen her crumble. But I know she’ll be okay. Some day. Because time heals. Because I’m here to help her and love her the way she deserves to be. It’s fine, maybe we are not okay today, maybe we are broken today but we will put pieces of us back together. And we’ll be okay, someday.
Author notes:
Hey asters, how are you doing?
This is a new idea that popped up, so I decided to experiment and try writing fictional conversations about things we face in our life. If you want a particular topic that you want me to write a conversation about, do mention it in the comments. If you like my work, do share it with people who would like it. I know this is a really small conversation, I’ll try to write longer write-ups in the future.
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