With her head bowed and his distracted from her face, never holding hands, never an arm around the waist, there was a bonding visible from my window.
We won the competition and somehow we became fast friends. You’d come to meet me at lunch with all friends who welcomed me very warmly.
I scrolled through the photographs. Carefree days when Rosy and I clicked photographs unnecessarily. Always standing next to her, beside her, for her
I stare into darkness. The world seems too tempting, but my whole body is in opposition to it. Without air I can possibly survive, but without him, I can’t.