My first day at my new university so far away from my homeland and here I am, already full of mixed emotions. Her letter added to my commotion.
I open the paper with tremulous hands.
“Missing you! When will you come back?”
Crying for me. This girl has nothing better to do. It’s not that I don’t like her. But liking was not enough. We were kids no more who give and take without selfishness.
Ambition, success, power, money – her rich parents were looking for all these in a guy who would keep their only daughter happy.
I had almost shouted at her “I have no money. And mind it! Money doesn’t grow on trees!!”
She listened dumbly with tearful eyes. Always crying. Silly girl!
That’s the last I saw of her before I crossed seas, to find my worth in a new country. To prove myself to the world.
Here she writes again. Cry baby!
“I can’t do anything about her”, I hear my agitated voice while drops of water streaming from my eyes drench the paper-shreds that I slowly set free, to let them float on river water. Parting ways, each shred carves its own path.
© 2016 Alka
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, hosted by Priceless Joy.
Picture prompt by TJ Paris
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