Ahh, Yeah, I am late...
I thought to myself as I walked slowly toward college.
I wasn't very excited about the college day because I knew that it would be just like any other day, nothing new.
"Hey, walk faster, will you?" He said in a hurried tone.
I looked at him for a few milliseconds before returning my attention back to oblivion.
In just a few minutes we were in our class but as expected, —
"You both are late!" A man in his mid-thirties yelled.
—we were late.
He looked disappointed but didn't say anything else and just motioned us to take our seats and we did.
Just like any other day, he started his lecture and before I could understand even the language he was using, the lecture was over.
Sigh, I will have to take an online class again..
Suddenly he tapped my shoulders, bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Wanna go to neighbouring class after this? Let's meet others." He was smiling, probably excited.
His excitement was infectious—I couldn't help but smile back.
He was a boy who always smiled, a boy who shines brighter than any star, at least for me.
We were friends for four years now and I could confidently say that I knew him better than any other.
How wrong I was...
That day felt just like any other… but I didn't know it would be the last time I'd see him.
"You know, it's been a whole year yet I can't forget about you... I thought I knew you better than any other, even better than you yourself... You had to prove me wrong, huh?" I talked to someone, someone who was no longer here.
I am tired of this. Even my eyes can't shed tears anymore. Maybe it's time to move on.
He was shining so bright outside that we never noticed how hollow his form was from inside.
A star so bright dimmed forever because of the weight of a single piece of paper, a grade.
He left, never to return. Now all we are left with is his memories.
If only that day I had noticed his pain then maybe, just maybe he would've still been beside me, laughing and making jokes...
Now all I am left with is regret. A regret of not being able to see his pain, a regret of not helping him when he needed me most... A regret of not being the pillar just like he was to me...
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I Lost My Chance And Now I Am Left With Regrets...