Pensive Power

     The last time she saw him was 5 years ago. The were friends - the best of friends. Everyday, he would sit by her and keep her company. Everyday, she would tell him all her secrets in her world - and he would sit and listen.
     She was a different person now. And had all her friends to talk to. All her friends who would sit and listen to her telling all her secrets. Everyday, her friends would come over. They would talk about their secrets - their life, boys and little things. And he would not be part of it. They’d all laugh if they knew she talked to him.
    She woke up in a bright room - filled with the most dazzling of lights. Here, she saw him - and only him. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she remembered the memories. When she cried on his shoulder when the bullies picked on her. When she felt upset when a girl called her a “weirdo”. When she talked into the night about the boy she had once met.
          But now it was over.
     He smiled at her as she received her final memory. When she wrapped her arms around him… and only felt air…
     He was there for her - but not there for her. And now, as she passed into heavenly realms… he would pass into the imaginary.