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occasion, my rant was especially long because they’d really ticked me
off. I raved on and on for the entire walk to the apartment complex,
andwas still complaining as Lilac unlocked the door to her apartment.
Usually Lilac was a good listener, and she contributed quietly to my
rants no matter how minuscule or pointless the issue. It seemed it
was just this one time that Lilac snapped. It seemed it had always
been a touchy topic, and I’d just reached the limit to the amount of
times I could’ve touched upon it. Before I could step foot into her
home, she turned to me with a look in her eyes I had never seen
before. I remember her words to this day. ‘You don’t understand. At
least you have
parents
!’ she’d yelled, oblivious to her surroundings.
‘You shouldn’t take precious people like that for granted. Just over
three years ago, my parents
died
to protect me, and all you ever talk
about is how stupid a-and annoying they are? Why don’t you think
a little about what would happen if they were gone?!’ Tears welled up
in her eyes as she slammed the door in my face. I remember I heard
sobbing on the other side of the door and stared, speechless, before
quietly walking back to my house and continuing on as if nothing
had happened. I didn’t know how to react, so I simply chose not to.
The day after that incident, Lilac returned to school just like how
I’d returned home—as if nothing had happened. It appeared that
with no direction in which to head, she had decided to rebuild that
wall around her of a fake personality that had fake emotions. At first
I didn’t approach her because I was afraid of what she’d say. Later, I
realised I had simply given up. Soon after that, we graduated and
I haven’t seen her since.
As far as I know, Lilac never again undid her façade of a calm
and happy spring, nor did she ever again show her true heart that
was being drowned by the merciless rain. To this day, every time I
think of my friend, Lilac Imber, the image that comes to me is of
spring rain.
‘
Spring Rain
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