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“Fading” by Adrianna C.
I stare at the name. I want to open a chat.
There is not one thing I want to do more. I put it off for a while, doing
homework and all that. Finally, I have to. I can sense the
conversation before it happens; opening with a cheerful “hello” on my end and a
halfhearted “hi” on yours. It’s my turn now, so I ask how you are.
You say “fine”, and I know you aren’t but that’s the polite thing to say.
Then you ask me, so I say the same thing. We are polite, but the gap
between us is evident.
Now it’s your turn so you ask about school. A one word
answer, “good”, is all I say. It’s a lie, but it’s easier. Then to
be nice, I ask you, and you say fine, but I know you’re worried about so many
things. Next I ask about your school play. I know it was a couple
days ago, but I couldn’t go see it. Would you have cared if I had?
The same answer always applies, and a “fine” is all I get from your end.
Since it really is your turn now, you tell me that your
auditions for the next play are tomorrow. I say “good luck”, and you say
“thanks”. It’s like a little battle, who’s going to break first? I
know how it ends. It’s how it always ends. Another unoriginal
excuse to leave, and another wall built between us. I know it’s not true
and you know I know it’s not true, but the silence can get so loud. I
don’t want to face it for another second. We’re miles away, but the miles
are slowly being filled with brick.
It shouldn’t have to be this hard. I shouldn’t have to
fight everyday to love you. Our conversations do not have to be filled
with awkward silence and polite small talk. You are my best friend.
We shouldn’t be lying or hiding. You were the one who knew who I was
crushing on before I did. You gave me makeovers daily, but told me I was
pretty without them.
We shouldn’t have to work this hard. It should be like
before when the door was always open and you always wanted to see me. It
should be like before when I wanted to tell you all my good news and bad
news. It should be like before. But it’s not. So I’m going to
pretend. I’m going to pretend that maybe next time when I open the chat,
it will be different. I’ll tell you my secrets and you’ll tell me yours.
We’ll give each other hope. We’ll make each other laugh. I’m going
to pretend that you’re not fading away and I’m not letting it happen.
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BY GL READER ON 12/21/2011 12:00:00 AM
POSTED IN express yourself, you wrote it, short stories