What would you say to him? - her friend asked her.
She was trying to find the words to put all the mess that was in her head. The anger, the bad moments, the sadness.
She stared at the blue sea and whispered.
'I am sorry.'
She looked down.
'I am the horrible person in his story.'
Her friend replied:
'And that is ok. You are allowed to voice your standards and boundaries...'
He hugged her. She smiled.
She missed her best friend's hug. So warm and calm.
'He once gave me a book. Remember?'
She let go of her best friend's embrace. He nodded.
'It was an old book published in the 18 hundreds and consisted of short stories...'
She paused for a second.
'I read them all...'
She looked at her friend but he remained silent.
'I know the story he wanted me to read. The first two pages. A teacher falling in love with his student...'
She looked down, smiled to herself and continued.
'The student however, rejected the teacher and called him an idiot.'
She looked at her friend.
'Ironic isn't it?'
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