“She wasn’t the worst?” I added.
”No, no, of course not. We only feel more hurt by her because we cared about her the most and leaving her was the hardest.”
”But not the longest walk we’ve ever take to leave a person.”
“No, but I think that’s because we ourselves didn’t feel like drawing it out, it was what it was and now it is not. We don’t need them to damage us any longer. ” the conversation ended and the three of us quieted, but a voice turned my head.
“Hello?” this one was not part of our mind. “Hey, it’s me, want to come over this weekend if you aren’t busy?” now it was just me and the other two were gone.
”Um… Yeah, I’m not busy.”then and now I remember the face that didn’t leave, the one who didn’t mingle in others shit and was there for me, the person they bashed and I stood up for. I wasn’t alone; I just forgot for a moment that while the others turned into silhouettes, she remained in color and my friend. I don’t know why I get in these moods where I feel alone, maybe because that is what I expected after I left, but I didn’t leave alone, she left with me, she walked away from them as I did, we left together. Together, the two of us, I was never alone.