You and Momo went back, way back. You two had actually grown up together, since your grandmothers had both been spirit mediums. Your grandmothers actually hadn’t liked each other, always competing, but you two seemed to ignore their childish rivalry and had developed a friendship in spite of them.
She was your favorite thing in the world, your best friend. You two did everything together, from homework to even just going grocery shopping together. The most mundane tasks were required to be done together. You loved her more than life itself sometimes, and you were sure she did too. You were the closest people you had in your lives, she was even your first kiss. You two never understood anyone else like you understood each other. The lowest and highest moments of your life were always spent together. There was never a trial or tribulation you two hadn’t been through as a team. You never doubted that you were soulmates, as friends or maybe more, you didn’t care, you just knew you belonged together.
You never doubted it, at least until that boy she called Okarun showed up in her life. Suddenly, all your time together with your friend seemed to dwindle.
Jealousy didn’t even describe how you felt. You genuinely felt like your life was falling apart, because Momo had been apart of it for so long, now that she was slowly easing out of it, you didn’t feel normal.
It felt so wrong to hate Okarun, because he was so sweet, but you hated how he stole her attention from you. Your best friend was being stolen from you, right before your eyes. Suddenly your texts that usually would’ve been responded to in seconds had been left on delivered for hours. What was she even doing? Was she too busy to even have time for you anymore?
Eventually, you two just drifted apart. There was nothing you could do, just accept that she wasn’t as meant to be in your life as you thought.
And it haunted you for a while. Losing someone you loved so much not to naturally causing, but just to life, it was rough. You never even realized you felt the way you did until she wasn’t yours anymore. It ate away at you.
You were waiting at the subway for a train, trying to get to class. Now in your first year of college, you never saw any of Momo. And you had gotten used to her not being around anymore. You had accepted that you let her slip through your fingers.
But what you never would’ve expected was to see her, standing just a few feet from you. Right there, waiting for a train like you were.
She was still just as pretty as you remembered. Maybe even more now that she had aged, but she was still her.
Suddenly her head turned and you made eye contact, and she froze just like you did, like she was recognizing who you were. It was something akin to seeing your dead friend walking around like they had never died. You could feel your heart beat out of your chest. Her eyes never dulled, they were still red and pretty.