She looked around automatically trying to flutter the wings she had no more.
It seemed like months when she had had her last 'Hang-out' with her so-called friends who now flew so high she couldn't even reach out to them. Remembering her days tears filled her eyes. Tears not of grief but of guilt.
How she had left some the way she was now.
First day in middle school, the bubbly cheerful one was admired by all. Everyone trying to get that place beside her, not because she was beautiful but because of the "charm" as they all claimed. Who doesn't feel as if on the top of the world in such situations.? Egos go high. Hopes go higher and expectations cross limits. She was the same. Grabbing everything that matched her "standards" ignoring anything less. Crowded with people all around her, THIS was her life, something she didn't want to let go off for anything in the world, but again, when does fate work on our rules? She lost it lost everything. Just because she locked her life into few people of her "standard". Ignoring every opportunity of friendship in front of her just because she thought she had everything she needed. Wrong, wasn't she?
Days passed by, months passed by and she lost the connection. The charm got buried somewhere deep within her soul, somewhere she couldn't go looking for it. That's when everything came tumbling on her. The observers, followers, friends all found a way of becoming what she was before. Not that it was something she didn't like, but she had lost her power people who once stood nowhere had her place. She had lost it! Willingly for the ones who now didn't want to think of her because they got what everyone desires.
Realization struck her. Loneliness prevailed around her. She knew she had lost the battle not fought.
Lost her trust in everyone she loved, guilty of what she had done wrongs with people.
The Social Butterfly is crushed.
It seemed like months when she had had her last 'Hang-out' with her so-called friends who now flew so high she couldn't even reach out to them. Remembering her days tears filled her eyes. Tears not of grief but of guilt.
How she had left some the way she was now.
First day in middle school, the bubbly cheerful one was admired by all. Everyone trying to get that place beside her, not because she was beautiful but because of the "charm" as they all claimed. Who doesn't feel as if on the top of the world in such situations.? Egos go high. Hopes go higher and expectations cross limits. She was the same. Grabbing everything that matched her "standards" ignoring anything less. Crowded with people all around her, THIS was her life, something she didn't want to let go off for anything in the world, but again, when does fate work on our rules? She lost it lost everything. Just because she locked her life into few people of her "standard". Ignoring every opportunity of friendship in front of her just because she thought she had everything she needed. Wrong, wasn't she?
Days passed by, months passed by and she lost the connection. The charm got buried somewhere deep within her soul, somewhere she couldn't go looking for it. That's when everything came tumbling on her. The observers, followers, friends all found a way of becoming what she was before. Not that it was something she didn't like, but she had lost her power people who once stood nowhere had her place. She had lost it! Willingly for the ones who now didn't want to think of her because they got what everyone desires.
Realization struck her. Loneliness prevailed around her. She knew she had lost the battle not fought.
Lost her trust in everyone she loved, guilty of what she had done wrongs with people.
The Social Butterfly is crushed.
