As I climbed up the metal wings of the bridge, the wind shook the bridge, and the bridge squeaked. The sun finally set, and the navy blues of the sky set in, contrasting to my mood.
The bridge moved again, and clouds formed in the navy blue of the sky. Rain started pelting at me as I sat down on the metal pane of the bridge-top, and turned to my cracked phone. One sole text message was on the screen. "I love you Jasmine, but, this long distance best friendship, can't work out any further".
The rain harshened on me, and I sat unable to move, and soon, my tears dissolved with the raindrops pelting.
I had lost everything in my life besides my family, and I just wanted a friendship that could last. Staring at my cracked phone screen, all the memories I had with her, came back. The laughter, the countless classes we had together, the days we saw each other as much as possible. The warm summer days that we had, chock-filled with my hearts laughter. I had lost the only girl that made me survive high-school, even if it was for two years, I had lost her to distance and possibly because I really might have been annoying as heck.
The crack, was from when I got the text message, the way I dropped my phone on the floor at school, in the bathrooms, unable to comprehend that I lost my best friend. I was numb in the musty bathroom cubicle, nor did I cry, or react. I just said to myself "I'm used to it, why should I be crying about one friendship?". Growing up, I was always the weird kid at school and no one really approached me.
All my little kid heart yearned for was, an everlasting friendship.
And now?
She still had none at age sixteen, and continued to fight for keeping her friends. She had acquaintances, had multiple friend groups, but was never really included. She was the type of girl to sit in the bathrooms, cry and wonder where she wrong. She was the "fat, funny, friend" who was never taken seriously for what she said.