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As they were walking down a narrow hedge lined path, Sylvia outstretched both of her arms, closed her eyes, and began to run her hands over the meticulously maintained mountain laruel hedges that had just began to flower to guide her way. Peter walked cautiously behind his free spirited best friend, trying not to trip over the rocky earth beneath him while listening to Sylvia drone on about another theory she had read about in her father's library. After knowing her for over 15 years, Peter had developed a way to tune her out yet still listen to what she said. He would often just observe the world around him and appreciate the beauty that he was surrounded by. That was the difference between the two of them; Sylvia was oblivious to everything around her, whereas Peter saw every little detail. For instance, Peter noticed the single wispy cloud that was slowly drifting through the seemingly endless cornflower blue sky, the way the sun shone perfectly into the maze-like path, illuminating each slightly yellowing leaf, the delicately angelic butterfly fluttering through crispy late winter air, and even the small purple daisy petal that was intertwined in Sylvia's thickly curled golden chestnut hair.
The hypnotic sound of the waves gently rolling onto the coarse-grained sand, and retreating with a sloshing fizzle, put me in a euphoric trance of wandering thoughts. I began to ponder about the wonders of natural life and creation. I was in awe at the fact that a giant rock orbiting the earth was responsible for the breathtakingly powerful tides of the sea.
The coin-sized brass talisman was sacred to the Wambegter's famliy. It had been in their family for many generations and was rumored to have been used in the killing of a pack of werewolves in 16th century England.
The odds of us amounting to anything more than friends is very slim. Whenever we walk around campus together, people mistake us for a couple. It's not as if we're holding hands, or waking close to each other, I guess it's the way that we talk, the way that we lock eyes, how we can't wipe that smile off our faces. That doesn't matter anymore though because you have a girlfriend. Even though my feelings for you have intensified, I can't tell you.
I have came unhinged, dwindling into this hole of depression. Every waking second of my existence has been shattered by the loss of you. You were my world, you were my everything. I loved you with every living fiber of my body, and now you’re gone. I’m left broken by the thought of you leaving me for someone else; a shell of my former self. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’ think. I can’t function. I can’t do anything without having a constant reminder of you. I look at that shabby old guitar that we bought together on our first real vacation away together just resting in the shadowed corner of my room, and I just remember you teaching me how to play while I was nestled in the security of your warm chest. I remember being so enamored by you in those moments that I wasn’t really aware of anything going on around me. I hate thinking of precious memories like these; they remind me of the emptiness that you've left me with. Moments of recollection like this make my eyes well up with hot, salty tears that sting when they overflow, and erratically course down my cheeks. A single tear turns into violent sobs that sometimes last for hours. My eyes are swollen and raw from the constant streams of tears.