Marlene's POV-
I take a deep breath and feel my heart clench as a million possibilities plays in my head. School is supposed to teach you everything but no one taught me how to handle a situation like this. People have always told me how to feel so tell me now, how am I supposed to feel because I don't know what to feel. I feel numb yet full of emotions at the same time, it's like I'm drowning in the blue depths of the sea with no way out.
Fifteen years old me would have laughed if you told her this was how it ended in for this was something I didn't foresee even in my nightmares cause nightmares can come true but this? Never.
We are supposed to be forever, the four of us. Our friendship isn't supposed to end over time or anything for that matter. People had always envied our friendship, it's not everyday you see two boys and two girls being best friends from day one of elementary school without their friendship faltering even once in the span of twelve years.
I open the wooden box that lies in the corner of my wardrobe, hidden behind my dresses. For most it is only an stupid wooden box but for me it is a lifetime of memories, locked away never to be opened until today.
The key to the box full melancholy memories was always with me, attached to the golden necklace they gave me on my fourteenth birthday. The key resided right over my heart, the necklace has faded to a silver colour rather than gold but it's still one of my most priced possession from my childhood except for the memories.
It feels like time is frozen as I slowly unlock the box, my hands shaking with anticipation. Memories from so long ago yet it feels like yesterday.
A traitorous tear slips from my eye as I open the box. Twelve years worth of memories flashes through my mind, all filled with laughter, happiness and never ending friendship yet here we are.
A promise made five years ago, in the name of our friendship is the reason I'm here today. Dan, Zack, Nessa and I had promised to meet on this day five years ago, come what may. Five years ago, on the very same day we had graduated from high school. Promises to always stay in touch were made but those lasted for an year. It's been four years since I've talked to the boys. The last time I talked to Nessa was three and a half years ago when I ran into her in a restaurant.
I live in London now but I flew all the way to California for a promise made five years ago. It's possible that I'm the only one whose going to show up at the park today but just the possibility of meeting them once more, four best friends without a care for the world was worth it. Just a few hours of what we had those years ago was worth the long wait.
Truth to be told I'm terrified of what I'm going to witness when I reach the park, would they be there? Would they remember?
Our friendship is one of the best things that has happened to me, it made me who I am. They were the only ones who thoroughly accepted me for who I am even when my own family wanted me to be the picture perfect child.
We might have drifted apart in these years but I don't think either of us deleted those wonderful years from our memories, I know that I didn't and I never will. I don't think it's possible to just wipe off such precious memories but I wouldn't know cause I never tried.
Honestly, it really hurts that we drifted apart, we let the world come between us but that's what happens, sometimes people drift apart and that's ok. You really can't blame anyone for this, no one planned this but it happened nevertheless.
One thing I know for sure is that this is the only chance I have to get my friends back and I am not letting it go because I'm afraid they gave up on our friendship.
It going to hurt if they don't show up but in the end I know I tried and that's what matters, not giving up on those who you love...
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So that's the first short story. Do you guys think I should write a part 2 to this or nah? Hope you enjoyed it.
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