Promises broken.

We both broke our promises. Completely shattered, leaving mere shards and pieces behind. Why can't we forgive each other and move on? Why can't we stay friends? Why must you put this barrier between us? You're just as much at fault as I am, why am I the one who has to suffer? You say you're hurting from this too, but then why do you let it continue? In the end, I'm the one who pays the price. This is your decision and I don't get to do anything about it.

Helpless. Desperate. Shocked. A little girl that is left standing on the porch. It's raining outside, the cold is numbing but it doesn't matter. Maybe if she stares long enough he'll feel her eyes trying to drag him back and turn around. The rain is pouring harder, the clouds are growing darker. Seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn into hours. She can still see his figure disappearing into the rain, it's branded into her memory. He's not coming back. She feels it's her fault, no matter what the others say. Weeks later, she finally manages to contact him, but all she is offered is a few dry words. . . it does nothing to ease her stiff aching wounds.

Every year things become more complicated. Drama becomes more personal, more vile. People become harder to understand, harder to relate to. These are the things that make me wish I could be a freshman again, these are the things that make me wish I had made different decisions; but then I remember the person I was freshman year and shudder, and I remember the other people I've met along the way and realize it will be worth it in the long run.