She had to go. Had to escape. When the best memorable moments of your life become the worst nightmares, all you can do is get the hell out of the picture and get yourself bigger, better , brighter memories.
[A few weeks later]
She had all her favourite things- except one( she keeps telling herself He was not her favourite person in the world any more but...)- securely packed. She was ready for a new life. A new place, new laughters and also tears.
[One fine Saturday]
It felt like ages had passed between then and now; there was an unbridgeable gulf between where she belonged and where she had come to be. Andy- her six year old neighbour- was the only friend she had made here. They had met when one day she got out of her apartment to see Andy and her mother playing with the new puppy they had got. She took out her phone, instinctively, and clicked a picture. An innocent moment- captured for eternity, with all it's innocence intact for she knew how important it is not to lose these moments of pure, unadulterated joy. She had lost all of hers and this was the moment that started it all again. Later when they became friends, it was because of Andy that she could let herself feel how it felt to share something with someone again- a friendship, smiles, memories and a birthday, something hurt-proof.. She agreed to attend Andy's birthday party in the evening not only because it would make Andy happy, but also because she did not want to spend her own birthday sulking in a corner, alone.
[That evening at Andy's party]
Amongst the screaming and hysteric six-year olds, she sat alone, looking pretty in her new purple dress- a present she got herself. She had in her hand the first picture she ever took of Andy, framed and wrapped with pretty ribbons.Her favourite colour and her favourite new friend , what more could she ask for on her