Leave my door open a crack...

She places her palm against the frosted window staring straight ahead,thinking of absolute nothing-ness.A Pajero cruises past the murky rain water splashing her door-step.Curse you,Bastard.


She feels the cool water running down the pane as her right palm makes an imprint of itself against the glass,and thinks of a memory.A smile grows on her face as the lad in her mind,splashes around,blissfully unaware.A boy she wishes would be blissfully unaware now...when she wants him to be,most.She thought things would never change between her and him.The boy she once thought she would grow to love.But they were still friends,right?That counts,right?She wants things to be normal.She thinks she should write him a letter.Clear things out.She wanted at least the friend in him,back.But something pulls her back.Maybe she has her pride too.Or,maybe she doesn't really need to.She doesn't know the answer.Heck,she didn't even know the question.Aaah,She couldn't care less.

A slamming door breaks through her reverie,followed by a gust of wind.She walks up to the next room and shuts close the window.

Its really cold tonight, she thinks.She hugs her knees to feel warm. And her inner eye sparkles at yet another memory, when they had first kissed. Her and him. It wasn't perfect but it was definitely something that she'd never forget. It wasn't something she had expected and that made it all the more special..

She should call him.Just for fun.Talk.But she doesn't and she knows why.
She believes things happen for a reason.She doesn't like to question.

Things are different,now.No matter, how much she tries fitting the square into the circle, things weren't getting back to normal between them...Uncomplicated and no reason for explanations.

Hmmm,its stopped raining,she thinks.

She opens the window once more.

And then, like the clarity of a sky after the rain, the inky azure that seems to have been washed and cleansed completely, she realizes that some things will never change, whether good or bad. They shall always remain with her in heart and mind. Its just sometimes, on occasion, perhaps on a rainy day like today that a gift of a memory would bless her with a smile

She hastily opens her drawer, looking for something. Her fingers close in on a bottle of nail-paint. She paints her nails a fiery red.











*No reference to any person,living or dead.Any resemblances are purely coincidental.
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