As the crimson leaves danced in the mild wind, Sarah couldn't help but find herself haunted by memories of a ghost from her past. She had actually been ghosted by a person she assumed they both had the strongest friendship bond...strong enough to weather any type of storm.
As she scanned through some old images, she murmured to herself, "hmm...the last time we gisted, or went out with each other, was the day we went to that art gallery."
Their relationship had actually flowered like wildflowers in a forgotten field, now it was more like a darkness fading right into the haze. "The way we chuckled, played, danced, and even joked, it seemed like we would forever be with each other." Sarah recollected with a sigh.
The friendship of Sarah and Émmà once used to be full of giggling, information sharing and countless promises, engraved in the heart's inmost chambers. They actually got to know each other, during their fresher year of university, linked by their shared love for art and also late-night reading.
" You see, Sarah, we're just like 2 peas in a pod." Émmà once uttered.
" Yeah, yeah Émmà. Absolutely nothing can tear us apart." Sarah responded with full confidence.
Eventually without caution, the fire behind those statements reduced to a mere flow, and thereafter discontinued entirely. "Hey Émmà, I have not seen or spoken with you in a while. I hope all is well." Sarah texted Emma, with great concern.
The calls and text messages that once used to brighten her phone's screen reduced significantly, and her phone became more like mirrors, shedding in the silence. "Yeah Sarah it's just that my days recently have been really hectic with this brand-new art task." Émmà stated in her message 2 days later.
One day, haunted by the absence of her pal, Sarah chose to face the ghosting head-on. She called Émmà's number as well as squeezed her phone, heart always racing as she waited for a desired response from her. However, the phone call was quickly disallowed.
" Wait a minute, what exactly is happening?" Sarah whispered looking at her phone with disappointment washed all over her face.
Well, despair paved the way to a concrete decision. Sarah assembled their last discussion concentrating on a harmless remark regarding going after a brand-new leisure activity. "Maybe that's the trick." she assumed.
With a flicker of hope Sarah chose to go to the neighborhood art workshop, where she and Émmà had always made drawings together.
Inside the workshop, Sarah discovered Émmà's art work presented on the wall surfaces, each canvas, a detailed internet of feeling and expression.
" Hmmm...this is definitely Émmà's handiwork...and it's extraordinary." Sarah murmured to herself.
Not too long after she arrived, she went to meet the owner of the workshop, and only then did she realize that Émmà had actually never missed being there even for a day, committing her every extra minute to her art. "She was always bent here, constantly soaked up in her art, not until some weeks ago." the owner of the art shop clarified.
Nevertheless, when inquired about Émmà's sudden disappearance, the workshop owner's eyes shadowed with complication. "I honestly do not understand what occurred. We just didn't see or hear from her again; perhaps, she lost interest in drawings."
Sarah was a very determined lady, and so she didn't give up immediately; instead, she decided to discover the reasons behind Émmà's actions.
One particular evening, while Sarah was strolling down the streets, she looked towards this surprise park which they had always visited, with memories flashing before her. She picked up her phone to text Émmà once again. "Hello Émmà, do you still remember the surprise park?... Are you still there Émmà?" She keyed in a sincere message on her phone putting out her feelings.
"Maybe I've been too fast to identify you as the ghost" she sputtered to herself.
Weeks became months, and Sarah's heart started to recover gradually, but steadily. Eventually, she received a message on her phone, "I'm so sorry Sarah. I've been fighting with my very own demons. " Émmà's message read.
Tears streamed down Sarah's face as she scanned through Émmà's text message. They chatted, truly chatted, for the very first time in what seemed like forever. "I've missed you a lot, Émmà." Sarah replied with the speed of light.
"You know what? Let's meet in the surprise park we need to discuss." Émmà texted again.
Well this time they both met, hugged each other tightly, and shared ideas like they always did. And with the feeling of a revived, and more powerful bond, Sarah said with great concern, "Émmà please don't ever keep me in the dark....I want you to know that we can survive anything with each other!"
In the long run, their tale ended up being a testimony to the power of forgiveness, understanding and the solid durability of a relationship that had passed through tough times. "Indeed our relationship is now more powerful, Sarah many thanks to what we've gone through." Émmà claimed.
As the years passed, newer adventures and discussions came up, and were undeniably engraved, not simply in their hearts, but in the canvas of their lives.
Thanks For Reading.
