March 22, 2010
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She had always been bit of a loner. In some ways it was because she had chosen to, in others because she had failed to find friends.
That changed when she came across a red-haired girl when she still was very little. They became the best of friends and spent all their time together.
But for a loner such a blessing may sometimes turn bitter, and she found that she needed some time for herself. Foolishly, young as she was, she believed she had grown tired of her very best friend.
She ended their friendship.
Not long thereafter she changed her mind. She could see her best friend walk through the same corridors as she did in their new school, and she missed her. But she was too embarrassed about her former rejection that she dared not apologise.
When three years had passed she had found the strength she had lacked and spoke to her friend again, saying that she missed her and desired to go back to the way they were.
Her friend only laughed and said that it was too late for that, and that she did not desire to ever be spoken to again.
The girl walked away from her former red-haired friend, not desiring to admit she had broken down in tears.
More time passed, and the girl reproached herself for the folly that had robbed her of her first friend in life. Sometimes she could see her red-haired friend walk past in the distance, reminding her of the mistake she had committed.
Such regrets never fade, continuously being stirred to the surface by reminders that it was a mistake easily prevented. A decade later, it still hurt.