What Went Wrong

And so, after several months of experimenting with fleeting relief outlets, she decided that the remedy to her woes did not lurk amongst the rickety company of forgotten acquaintances, nor did it lurk in the deceptively intriguing nightlife offered by public houses and discotheques.


Her endeavours had only served to sharpen her dismay, and to enable a brand new, heightened sense of disillusionment with life. Former optimistic prospects of happiness withered away with the leaves of Autumn, as winter bustled in and froze her face, fingers and heart until she could feel nothing at all.


True, she had met a considerable number of former strangers. They had failed to survive the bridge to friendship and remained stranded in the negligible, unfortunate pool of acquaintances. She had failed to see any real potential of sincere friendship amongst all of the faces her tired eyes met with. Granted, this may be a fault of her own- she had grown exceedingly wary of people and could not trust them-especially new faces. She justified this with the common logic that precautions are needed to avoid future hurt and harm. Like a true chameleon, she slipped in and out of a myriad of personalities to better suit her designated company, losing more and more of herself as she shape-shifted.


As she recollected the disgraceful and atrociously futile events that had transpired in the past, she realised that what she needed was exactly that which she could not ever possibly locate in all the avenues she had clumsily explored. All that was missing was the comfort and camaraderie of her best friend.