A secret friend

Shirra By Shirra, 23rd Mar 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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I heard of this story from a friend. This is a diary of a man who was a wallflower but later found a friend who changed his life.


"I am a wallflower." Every time I sit in my room, I keep on telling myself the sad truth, "I am a wallflower." Nobody knows me. Nobody notices me. Nobody cares. Though I am a wallflower, I don't care. A long as I am not hurting anybody, I will not care. But one day, I became somebody. I met someone who treated me like I'm somebody.

I am a student in a well known university in my town. My mother raised me alone since father left us when I was five. I couldn't quite remember his face now. It doesn't matter though. My mother works as a physician's assistant. She works by shift so we don't have the time to talk. I work as a cook in a restaurant and go to school from afternoon till evening.
I have been studying for 3 years now and I have never met somebody who considered me as a friend. Nobody does until one night came. I always studied in a quite, empty room of the school. I preferred that room because it gave me peace and serenity. Nobody goes there for 3 years except for me. But, a girl suddenly came and sat beside me. She is as charming as the sun but as pale as snow. She had a warm voice but a cold stare.
"Hi." she greeted me.
"Hello. You don't want to talk to me. Do you?"
I was just staring at her then she smiled. That time, I thought I'm not a wallflower anymore. She can see me. She can feel me.

"I'm aurora. What's your's?"
Aurora. Like the northern lights I dreamed of seeing. She became the light of my darkness.
Since then, we became close friends. We meet in the same room everyday, sharing our stories to each other. We laugh and cry at the same time. But one thing was confusing, I have never seen Aurora in school other than in the room. "Well, probably she works in the morning too. Like me."
One night, Aurora asked me to send her home because she's afraid to go home alone. So, I did. We walked hundred meters from the school and passed by a cemetery. She suddenly wept and asked her why. She said, "I am just sad. Why do people have to die?"
"Nothing is forever in this world Aurora. Everybody dies and that will never change."

"But what about the people we leave behind?" she cried.

"They will cry and cry but later on, they'll move on with their lives and you are all just a MEMORY to them."

Aurora became silent. She never spoke to me again. I was concerned that maybe I hurt her. But, I thought, she has to accept the truth.
We arrived at her house and bid goodbye. She didn't say anything and went inside. I had a feeling that I would never see her again.

I never saw Aurora after that. I returned to the same room again and again but she never came. Until the day of my graduation. I was sad because she wasn't there. She promised me she would come but she didn't. Days after that, I went to her house but she was not there. The house was different. It looked haunted and homeless for many years, different from the house I saw one night. I saw an old man, the housekeeper, and I asked him about Aurora.
"Excuse me, I would like to ask if you know a girl name Aurora?She lives in this house."

The old man looked surprised and became silent.
"That girl, Aurora, is not here."

"Can you please tell me where to find her? I kept on calling her and waiting for her in the school but she never came. I thought maybe I hurt her."

The old man didn't say anything instead he lead me to the cemetery and showed me a grave, an old grave.
"This is Aurora's grave."he whispered.

I was surprised and couldn't say a word but I kept on reading the prints on the grave.

"Aurora is long dead. She died at the age of 18 in the year 1970. She got sick but she didn't have a chance to tell the man he loved. That man studied in the same school as you. He left the school when he found out about it and didn't even visit her grave. Since then, stories came out that a ghost of a young lady keeps on disturbing male students in the school. But nobody came here to visit her grave. They were all afraid to do so. Until you came."

I was silent and was about to weep. The lady who talked to me was long dead but I didn't even notice it. She was a friend, a special friend but I hurt her with my words.

I walked back to my house thinking about Aurora. She was the only person who treated me like somebody; the only person who I shared my stories with; the only person who sees me. But it was too ironic because the only person who could see me was a ghost.

As I was walking, a small voice whispered to me
"Thank you for visiting my grave. I have waited for it for a long time. I'm sorry, I left without saying goodbye. Be somebody. Talk to people. I know you'll make friends. You did, with ME."

I nearly cried hearing her voice.

After that incident, I slowly changed myself. I slowly opened myself to people, to the world. And Aurora was right, I can make friends and I did.

I was a wallflower before but now, I'm not. And that was because of Aurora. She was my flower, my light and my love. But I can't forever stay in her memory, because I have to live on with my life.



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I love writing. It's my passion. I love to write poems and stories. It's my way of connecting to nature and people around me.

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
23rd Mar 2013 (#)

Someimes the call from beyond passing comes as an initial wake up to make a person understand their true worth.
I know of someone who shared similarities of the above with me and used it to become a person I have never been in years as it took me back to the days of I can never let you go and proved that I thought I wasn't I had been and just restarted my life the same way.
While I could never thank that friend initially, it was the greatest joy to meet him with his family after so many years and feel the same way as I did back then.
Brought back everything I am and in fact, better than what I used to be and I just owe it all to this person. As I saidd, no one knows off this friendship except thhee one Above and my grandmother, it one of the most magical feelings to have friend like this.

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author avatar madugundurukmini
23rd Mar 2013 (#)

nice story

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author avatar Shirra
23rd Mar 2013 (#)

Thank you.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
23rd Mar 2013 (#)

Touching piece, Shirra . We all need a wake up call. There are many still interested in our well being though they are no more with us now. There are wheels within wheels in creation - siva

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author avatar Shirra
23rd Mar 2013 (#)

You are right Siva. We all need a wake up call but hopefully we become more aware of our lives and have the initiative to do the change.

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author avatar Djbrat
24th Mar 2013 (#)

Wonderful, I really enjoyed this story ♥

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author avatar Shirra
24th Mar 2013 (#)

Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

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author avatar angel
25th Mar 2013 (#)

Really nice, Shi! Loved it!

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author avatar Shirra
25th Mar 2013 (#)

Hello Gel. Thanks for reading. :)

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