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Title: Of Daydreams and Reality
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All mine.
Summary: You still remember.
Words: 346
Original Fiction
A/N: Posted so that Sierra can stop bugging me about it *g* Thanks to sportysmurf for the betaing and to both for assuring me it doesn't suck. So, if it does, you know where to put the blame ;)
Of Daydreams and Reality
At the age of six, the world was a beautiful place. You still remember the day when she stood in front of you for the first time, the sparkle in her eyes as she took your hand and pulled you along with the words ‘come play with me’. From that day on, she was basically attached to your hip and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
The happy giggles still ring in your ears, the sound of joy when you were lying in the grass, tickling each other until one gave up and declared the other the winner. There seemed to be nothing that could separate you; nothing could harm you, it was the belief of innocent children.
At the age of twelve, you stopped hanging out on playgrounds, determined to be too grown up for that. You exchanged the meadow for one of your beds, endless afternoons and nights spent with gossiping about teachers and friends. Soon, it switched to boys you thought were cute.
One of those nights, you swore you would be friends forever, that nothing could ever come between you. It seemed easy, the most natural thing in the world.
At the age of sixteen, you kissed her. It all went downhill from there. Later, you blamed the alcohol, pretended to hardly remember anything. You stopped hanging out; she always had something else to do. At first you thought she would come around. She never did.
You watched her find new friends and you did the same. What had started out ten years ago was now shattered and you took full responsibility. You wanted to be angry at her but you couldn’t.
At the age of twenty, you find an old picture of you and her in the sandbox, building castles. You think of the dreams you shared, the promises and secrets. You wonder where she is now and if she ever thinks of you. In the end, the only question left to ask is the one you have no answer for: Was it worth it?