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Prompt #38

“It’s been so long since I last hugged someone…I had forgotten how it feels like to be held.”

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A: How are you feeling?

B: Tired.

A: Of what?

B: …

B: I’m tired of breaking.

B: I’m tired of picking up and putting myself back together every time just to break again.

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"I'm sorry."

"for what?"

"anything. everything. nothing. all of it and none of it at the same time. our years of friendship, and our time spent not talking. I'm sorry for whatever i said that caused us tk grwo apart. sorry for whatever i did that caused you to stop responding. i miss you, at least the one i knew. i wish i could know you now, know you again so i could miss them too, but that isnt happening anytime."

where i wish for a response, for reassurance that a decade of friendship isn't over, is simply silence. A

as with always, no response is answer enough. a million words i want to say flood my mind, but the silence is too pressing.

two former friends, now strangers who once knew everything about each other, and the only greeting was a strained smile. the only sound is the pitter-patter of dogs walking on the floor above, the breathing of two almost strangers as they look at each other.

the silence is broken as i stand, grabbing my things and offering a small smile before walking to the door, opening it. one final glance at the person who once was my everything and now is no one to me, and i know what i must say.

"i am sorry. goodbye, i hope the rest of your life goes well, and i wish you the best."

with those final words, i turn away before my tears can be seen. up the stairs, out the garage door and into my car, glad their parents were out. tears pour down my face, sobs fill my car, but i feel lighter. goodbyes are hard, but no longer knowing someone you used to be close with is harder.

- n.k, "im sorry"

written: 11/13/2023

posted: 11/13/2023

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If you write a strong character, let them fail.

If you write a selfless hero, let them get mad at people.

If you write a cold-hearted villain, let them cry.

If you write a brokenhearted victim, let them smile again.

If you write a bold leader, let them seek guidance.

If you write a confident genius, let them be wrong, or get stumped once in a while.

If you write a fighter or a warrior, let them lose a battle, but let them win the war.

If you write a character who loses everything, let them find something.

If you write a reluctant hero, give them a reason to join the fight.

If you write a gentle-hearted character who never stops smiling, let that smile fade and tears fall in shadows.

If you write a no one, make them a someone.

If you write a sibling, let them fight and bicker, but know that at the end of the day they’ll always have each other’s back.

If you write a character, make them more than just a character; give them depth, give them flaws and secrets, and give them life.

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"You know," she started, watching as the sun fell on the horizon, "it's almost funny."

"what is?" i ask, confused.

"it's funny how one year ago, we didn't even realize the other existed. six months ago, we didn't know the other existed. last week we didn't know the other existed. and yet here we are. i can't imagine my life without you, and you've been in it for less than a week." she has a soft, yet sad, smile on her face.

I'm speechless. how could she think i didn't know she existed? I've been in love with her since i first saw her, just after i moved last year. she may not of known i was there, but i would wait outside my locker until she passed in her way to lunch every day. those few precious seconds where i saw the most beautiful girl were the best part of my day. i want to tell her how wrong she is, how everyone notices her, how I've been in love with her since before we spoke, but i say nothing.

minutes pass by, her staring at the horizon, watching the sun as it sets, me watching her. i think to myself, 'she is absolutely gorgeous', because its true.

"you're wrong you know." she looks at me, puzzled, when i speak. before i lose the courage, i continue my thought. "about not knowing the other existed, that is." i pause, wondering if she will respond. she doesn't, so i continue. "i noticed you the day i moved here. i started waiting by my locker every day, just so i could see you for a few seconds while you walked past. that was the highlight of my day." she looks shocked, amazed that i would ever pay attention to her.

"why did you do that?" her voice, filled with wonder, makes me wonder if i made a mistake in telling her.

"because you're gorgeous." she seems to disagree with this response. before she can protest, saying that she's not gorgeous, i speak again. "you had this almost wonder about you. every single guy and at least half the girls had a crush on you, and you were oblivious to it all. you were always lost in your thoughts. i would see you walking past, sometimes reading a book, sometimes writing or drawing, sometimes just day dreaming. you almost always had a soft smile on your face. you seemed so happy, so content with your life, and i knew i had to get to know you. i was scared at first, so i just waited at my locker, to see the beautiful girl i was in love with, without ever even speaking to her."

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written: 8/30/2020

posted: 9/04/2020