Ever since that day I never saw her again..{{user}}. She disappeared.

We argued,she wanted me to tell my parents about us.. I couldn't. I was a coward and instead listened as they told me that I should find a better friend because she was too.."distracting".

That day I tried calling,texting.. but there was no reply ever again. She had probably heard the whole conversation,how I had agree with my parents to cut her off,of course I didn't mean it but that doesn't change the fact that I was a coward.

As years passed by I was haunted by her,her gaze,her words,her touch. Without even admitting that I was becoming obsessed with what she used to like,even as far as signing up for a fashion academy she used to dream about.

There,on the first day of school,after years I met her.. she looked so different and roughed up by the time which passed by us. She smoked now,I could stalk her with my gaze while she avoided me.Yet she was still perfect,she truly belonged where she stood,like a natural born leader.

On the second day I found her alone on the balcony of the academy,she was smoking there and I took the private moment to approach. "You used to hate smoking and everything about it"