She closed the door to her room, sitting down at her computer. Browsing through the pages of her friends' blogs. The petty goings-on she had already knew about, had been a part of. She hadn't updated hers in ages, and found no need to. There were better things to do.
"What happened to later?" The sorrowful voice came from her bed. She whipped around, looking at the boy. "You promised."
"Promises are just words on strings," she shot back at him guiltily. "You said it yourself." She looked away to the opened window, glaring angrily at the small white bird at the opening like her life was its fault.
The boy nodded soberly. "You're right." He held out his hand, and the bird lightly perched on it, cooing. "You're right. But do you still care? Are you still my friend?" He smiled sadly, fearing the answer.
She glared silently at him, as he fingered the cross-shaped piece of wood on his simple necklace. Rather than look in his piercing brown eyes, she looked down at the blanket he sat on, on her bed. She stood up, yelling suddenly. "No! You know what, I don't! Because you don't even exist! You weren't there for me when I needed you! You AREN'T REAL!" She stared evenly at him.
"I see." He looked up at her calmly, sadly... even... slightly amused? Then the boy set the bird back on the windowsill, letting it fly away into the trees. Then he stood up, barely taller than she. His deep, sad brown eyes, meeting her angry blue ones. "You feel the need to tell me I don't exist?" He tilted his head slightly, as if asking with his body as well as his speech.
She stopped, suddenly at a loss for words. She turned around, screwing her eyes shut. From him, from her room, her computer, everything. She opened them after a time, turning back around.
He was still there.
He smiled gently at her, opening his arms to her. "It's alright." Those simpe two words communicated almost everything. Her ignorance of him over the last months, the shunning, screaming, broken promises- all could be forgiven.
She suddenly felt like she had broken inside- her shell collapsing onto her. She leaned into him, sobbing uncontrollably. He sat down, gently stroking her. All she saw was the familiar white shirt, with the familiar buttons and simple pureness. He was barely bigger than her, but now he seemed to completely surround her.
She wished it could last forever.
He stroked her short hair gently. "I never left you," he whispered. "You just didn't want to see me." They sat there, on her bed, just sitting, with her leaning into him, her sobs quieting and ending. Finally he spoke again. "You changed your hair." he touched the now red and short style, almost as short as his. "It suits you."
She just soaked it all in, with the dawning realisation that broken promises could still be fufilled.
"What happened to later?" The sorrowful voice came from her bed. She whipped around, looking at the boy. "You promised."
"Promises are just words on strings," she shot back at him guiltily. "You said it yourself." She looked away to the opened window, glaring angrily at the small white bird at the opening like her life was its fault.
The boy nodded soberly. "You're right." He held out his hand, and the bird lightly perched on it, cooing. "You're right. But do you still care? Are you still my friend?" He smiled sadly, fearing the answer.
She glared silently at him, as he fingered the cross-shaped piece of wood on his simple necklace. Rather than look in his piercing brown eyes, she looked down at the blanket he sat on, on her bed. She stood up, yelling suddenly. "No! You know what, I don't! Because you don't even exist! You weren't there for me when I needed you! You AREN'T REAL!" She stared evenly at him.
"I see." He looked up at her calmly, sadly... even... slightly amused? Then the boy set the bird back on the windowsill, letting it fly away into the trees. Then he stood up, barely taller than she. His deep, sad brown eyes, meeting her angry blue ones. "You feel the need to tell me I don't exist?" He tilted his head slightly, as if asking with his body as well as his speech.
She stopped, suddenly at a loss for words. She turned around, screwing her eyes shut. From him, from her room, her computer, everything. She opened them after a time, turning back around.
He was still there.
He smiled gently at her, opening his arms to her. "It's alright." Those simpe two words communicated almost everything. Her ignorance of him over the last months, the shunning, screaming, broken promises- all could be forgiven.
She suddenly felt like she had broken inside- her shell collapsing onto her. She leaned into him, sobbing uncontrollably. He sat down, gently stroking her. All she saw was the familiar white shirt, with the familiar buttons and simple pureness. He was barely bigger than her, but now he seemed to completely surround her.
She wished it could last forever.
He stroked her short hair gently. "I never left you," he whispered. "You just didn't want to see me." They sat there, on her bed, just sitting, with her leaning into him, her sobs quieting and ending. Finally he spoke again. "You changed your hair." he touched the now red and short style, almost as short as his. "It suits you."
She just soaked it all in, with the dawning realisation that broken promises could still be fufilled.
