#TheBrokenCircle.Pt.5# ...Geez, was I really that bad as her best friend? We lost communication. When we had to send emails, they were brief to the point of unfriendliness. I remember one occasion at school when she had a ‘private talk to me. As usual, Sona followed. I frowned. It was none of her business! As Zarina rambled on about dancing club, I felt tears prick at the back of my eyes. I hated the way Sona stood there listening to every word. I wanted to shout and scream at her for listening into my private issues. Right, OK. Fine, I said when Zarina had finished. Then I dashed out onto the field and cried out of misery and anger. I decided to send her an email, but when she replied the worst came. Sorry, but Sona is my best friend now... The email continued, but I didnt want to read any more. I felt as though an iron fist had punched me in the stomach. I felt the familiar tears pricking at the back of my eyes. I lowered my head...
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 07:07:55 +0000
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