Laptop in her lap, phone clutched in one hand, specs with dried tear stains still on, she had drifted off to sleep, unknowingly and this had been happening for the past couple of days. Sleep made her forget everything for a while. Everything seemed to be perfect in her dream world. She had been looking at their old pics in her laptop but then sleep got the better of her. The people in the pic were different now. Changed. Strange. But she liked looking at the old pics, the only reason being, no matter how much they had drifted apart, the memory was still there. Memories don't change. It's like they are imprinted in our minds.If only pictures could talk like in Harry Potter. She wished there was a Pensieve where she could revisit all her memories and relive those moments.
She was missing their stupid conversations, those all-nighters - they would give up sleep for, their fights and the sweet talks after, the teasing which would never go too far for they knew when to stop, clicking loads of pictures not because she liked doing it but because they insisted...She had a habit of reliving these moments by looking at the photos. She was ready to give up anything for one phone call, just like old times..Yes, she wanted to shout and scream at them and make them listen but somewhere deep down she knew she didn't have it in her. It seems like it was only yesterday that they were all laughing together, pulling each other's leg while sipping coffee.
So, to get rid of the heavy feeling growing in her chest, she was used to going through old pictures for hours and smiling like an idiot. She had spent hours & days & weeks & months, deliberating on the feeling that she was at fault somehow, she just didn't know yet, but sometimes it's no one's fault, it's the circumstances that are wrong. Everyone has got their own reasons, maybe they had too, she only wished they'd have tried explaining it to her rather than giving up so easily. The memories were all she could hold on to and she had no choice but to accept what is. She wanted to tell them how she felt but all she could type was, "How r you?Long time no see." and wait for the response, if at all it they cared enough to do so.
Her phone vibrated and the notification showed one unread message. She unlocked her phone to read the message and it was the one she expected but had hoped against ,"Was busy, would call you some other time." She glanced at the clock and it told her it was midnight. She realized she should probably wrap everything up and wait for the next day when she would put a smile on her face because it was easier than explaining the tumult of thoughts going on in her head.