I look into the blue eyes of my best friend and it feels like staring down a stranger. They are familiar and foreign all in the same moment, glossy and pleading. The dimly lit street allows only enough light to cast glimmers on our faces and subtle shadows on the ground. It's raining but I've hardly noticed; all I see is him.
"Megan please don't go," he says desperately. "I-I'm sorry."
A tear falls steadily down my cheek. I don't want to go but I have to be strong for myself.
I run forward and wrap my arms around him in a hug. "I love you Niall," I say near his ear, "I just don't like the person you've become." I hold back a sob, "When my best friend comes back tell him to find me."
I don't say another word I just go, leaving him all alone in the dark street...