“Many of us had imaginary friends as young children. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its life be like today? (Didn’t have one? write about a non-imaginary friend you haven’t seen since childhood.)” – Daily Prompt
We had to grow apart before we grew. It was in our nature – we both were career-driven and business-minded persons. Emotions did not have a home in our insides.
It was only today – ten years later – that I had seen him again. He truly nurtured himself to a man he dreamt to be – a writer. His glasses were box-shaped and his eyes beamed contentment. There was a flash of happiness in his smile as his lips stretched to his ears. His white collared-shirt embraced the features of his body, showcasing how he turned from a large, wobbly figure to a physique with defined and toned muscles.
But some things had never changed as his hands were inside the pockets of his jeans – it was his mannerism whenever he felt nervous. “How are you?” He asked me, sounding both genuine and concern.
I could not answer through words, but my current state spoke clearly my situation. My tattered clothes were carrying holes and air breezed through them – it was once white. The Autumn chill was still bearable, but the proximity of winter was what I feared – I did not have any clothes to accommodate its coldness. I had no shoes or slippers – barefoot and kissing the pavements. It had been a week since I last took a shower in a community restroom.
I was too proud to tell him that it was the drugs and casino that put me in this situation; the addiction took the best of the man I should have been – a wise and life-smart business man.
“It’s been a long time.” I replied, trying my hardest not to break before his eyes.
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