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Thursday, January 26, 2006

There was once a girl who was feeling very sad.

See, she was feeling so very sad because the realisation that another friend was leaving, for an unspecified amount of time, to yet another country she had never expected anyone to move to.

This meant that she wouldn't be seeing that said friend for a long while. A long unspecified while.

So she racked her brains for a way to tell the friend that she'd remember. She'd known the friend for a long while. A more specified while. And though the friend was going elsewhere they'd still be friends. She still wanted to have some sort of reminder...

She got it.

The last time someone she'd treasured had gone so far, far away (even farther than this friend was going), the friend had given her a bracelet. It was threaded with three beads. Though the thread had broken a long time ago, she kept the beads safely on her dresser.

The friend had worn another bracelet, absolutely identical to the one she wore.

So the girl scurried around her room, looking for thread and a scissors. Maybe there was still enough time.

-ionie
Now playing - Matchbox Twenty, The Burn

7:16 PM

posted by Shiawase 



It is truly alright.