Music: Droplets - Colbie Caillat feat. Jason Reeves
There was one evening, the 3 of us sat in a white car, by the side of a curb on a quiet crowded road. Crowded only with vehicles parked on both sides but the night was still to a point no barking of dogs were even heard.
My best friend had been sobbing hard in the backseat. Her shoulders crouched inwards, like a shell she had formed in attempt to try to hold whatever remains of herself together. It was a futile attempt, I should say, because I could see her unraveling before my eyes. She was helpless, her words minimal, not making much sense because they were so raw and honest.
My other best friend sat beside in silence. He only played with the steering wheel, moving it to the left and right effortlessly, and then when it got quite uncomfortable he would shift his seating position. Once in a while, he would glance back to the girl that was crying behind him but of course, not say a word either.
I sat in the passenger seat, my body half turned towards her and the other half facing the front. It was a weird angle but I didn't know how else to position myself. I tried saying things but I knew they held no effect whatsoever. I had been a sobbing girl once and when your heart sank like that, the world around you kinda feels like it was sinking as well.
When she started talking, we responded appropriately, trying to lend her some sense and rational for the entire situation. We took turns talking but I realized we were talking in entirely different contexts. While she uttered helpless words in between muffled sobs, my best friend had stopped playing with the steering wheel and was suddenly giving this huge speech based on his logic to life while I, I had just sighed and expressed my hatred for everything linked to the cause of this problem.
It was as if we were talking to ourselves instead of each other.
I looked at the 3 of us that evening, sitting down, bagged with our own set of worries. We were 3 people who shared a past so intertwined and somehow, we were together that night, existing as different individuals altogether, our triangle held together by camaraderie; friendship.
And hurt. Another common substance as adhesive to our loose ends.
We have all hurt.
