PrologueA Chapter by fadeWinter, January 17, 2014Winter, January 17, 2014 00:03 A.M. So much had
happened in last four months, but I really don’t know where to start whatever
this is that’s happening. Maybe I can track
a bit with my report-diary way. It’ll take too much time to search the
particular date when all of these started, not to mention I’m a rather
forgetful person. So I might just try to practice my ability to recall past
events. It was around
last summer, I think. When I moved for the first time in my life to NYC, it was
also my first time of social life. Or outside contact. Family and internet
friends were all I’d been talking to, home was where I’ve been lived all the
time, and suddenly the comfort was taken away from me with college. Thankfully, I
survived without any big trouble and got some friends. The only trouble I had
might be the fear that I had gotten the wrong major, but I pretty much got the
basics covered on the first month. Some of these friends are the ones who get the title of close friends of mine. They are Richard, who lives up to his nickname, Tess, Jo, Adrian, Chris and Kate. I won’t ever say I want to have it any other way; they are good friends, really good best friends, and the kindest people on my whole life "besides my family of course. Unfortunately,
they are also happened to be the weirdest people I’ve the luck to meet with the
first time life decided to throw me into society. I mean it in a loving and
sarcastic tone. You know, other than it was overall just weird, it’s hard to be
the one stuck with not really understand what the hell they are talking about
every time its topic stuck into that particular one "okay. It’s hard
to remind myself over and over again that they had gone from the living world.
Like, it’s still fresh on my mind, as if it’s just happened yesterday. I don’t want to
write it again. I’m sure I can’t hold the emotion ready to burst out of my
chest and eyes and overwhelms my mind S**t. See? The
tears won’t f*****g stop. It’s really hard
to be reminded that they are gone over and over and over again. Well, they are
particularly gone only for me, but the point still stands. Though I’m not
sure how it can lead us here, I’m sure of one thing. It hasn’t ended. Yet. © 2014 fadeReviews
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