Fixing a broken friendship is proven to be a lot more difficult when your friend is the one who needs fixing.

WARNING: may include swearing and mature topics.


2. •Audrey•



I shoot up from my bed in a confused state. I rub the sleep from my eyes and brace myself before opening the bedside lamp. The soft light stings my eyes.

I make my way over to my book shelf where a picture frame is lying face down in front of it.

I grab the frame by the stand and slowly lift it causing it to rain shards of glass.

I narrow my eyes at my cat, Colby, who stands a few feet away, meowing an apology. He must have been trying to climb my shelf when he knocked over the picture frame.

I slide out the photo that was occupying the frame, trying not to cut myself on the broken glass. Starring back is a younger me, wearing a graduation gown. Next to me stands a boy, only an inch or so taller, wearing a matching gown. He was smiling, big enough to dent his cheeks with dimples. I learnt that they only came out when he was genuinely happy, when he didn't have a care in the world.

There was a pang in my heart. Only a couple weeks after that photo was taken, I was forced to uproot my life and move away. It's been almost three years since I saw those dimples.

Along with the pang there was a tingle. A spark of hope. I just moved back a couple of days ago, which meant that I would get to see him again. I would get to see Aaron again and we can pick up right where we left off.

But am I kidding myself by thinking that it will be that easy?

I look down at the broken frame once more, wondering if our friendship will be just that...broken.

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