the girls that make my life;

"I still can't believe you're going." the girl whispered, choking on the moisture beginning to form in her somber, but exceptionally beautiful blue eyes.
I was wordless as I looked up the stars, thinking only of a simple word that had made up a majority of my thoughts these days; why?

The stars were dim tonight, due to the rain that had salt and peppered Denton throughout the course of the weekend. It was only Saturday, but it already felt over. I glanced in front of me at the three other girls, who were unaware that my pace and my very best friend's pace had slowed to indulge in the moment. These girls were the ones who had made my life a lot more interesting over the past nine years and somehow, so far tonight, I had resisted the urge to cry. I still had three weeks. I still had time with them.

But I knew that this was our last weekend together, all of us. This was the last time that we would see each other before my dreadful departure to Clarion; 800 miles away from the only home I'd known since kindergarten. I sighed, took in the smell of the past storm, and looked down at the ground. When I looked up, full blown tears were coming from my best friend's eyes. I instantly wrapped my arms around her and rocked her back and forth, wishing for the ability to let the tears come in heavy, chest-heaving, soaking wet sobs. But I stood cold, hard....impenetrable as marble.

It seemed, at last, that the rest of my closest friends had caught on to our slowed pace and weeping eyes. We had gathered in an unmoving bunch in the middle of the road, all of us wrapped or entangled in another.

"It's only a year." I kept saying. "We'll come back next year."

A car honked, threatening a collision, and we all scurried to the edge of the road to make way. We laughed, lightly, but it couldn't keep the irrevocable sadness from recouping it's control.

She released a sob and sat down on my neighbor's driveway. Two of the girls had gone inside to put the dog up, and the other stood awkwardly in front of us, rocking from one foot to the other. Finally, she sat down and put an arm around my best friend. When the other two girls emerged from the house, I saw that they had begun to cry too.

Why must I be the cause for this?


I never did finish this, but I thought I would put it up. I can't add on, because my feelings have changed so much since when I had started it.