The Student

by H.M. Lynn

To make her explain why she suddenly no longer wanted to be a part of my life. I went through the emotions of grief at her loss almost as keenly as I had done with my parents, but unlike with them, I eventually came to a conclusion: if she didn’t want to be in my life, then I should just accept that and move on with mine. I truly thought I was over her. Over the loss of the friendship. But as I stare at her name, my heart twists and tightens, and before I can stop myself, I hit dial.