↳BLUE

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Shattered glass, books, torn pages, clothes were all scattered around in the room. The curtains were drawn close, not letting the chilly November winds to come in. With my bloody hands, which got cut while throwing a glass model, I pick up my parents' framed photo which has been in my room since I can remember. I clutch it in my hands drawing it close to my chest and my sobs echoed through the room.

"Oh mom, why did you leave me? Why did you go away? Please come back dad, please mom-", My voice trailed off leaving the photo tear stained.

I wipe my hands over the photo, " God Naomi, you're such a mess.", A small laugh escape my lips, "A terrible hot mess."

I place the photo frame back in my showcase and smile at my past fond memories with my parents. I always wanted to see me graduate, make them proud, but that was just wishful thinking. Or maybe they were still watching over me, smiling down at me.

I heard Aunt Carmen put the key in the lock, only to hear her surprised gasp that it was already opened. Hmm, she should get used to me picking locks with hair pins and enter the house-- or maybe she is used to it because she didn't ask anything.

The old stairs creaked as she climbed them up. I could hear her coming towards my room; I should be cleaning the mess I created but couldn't bring myself to move.

"Which hurricane blew over this room? I didn't hear it in the news.", She always had a way to make me smile. I turn around and see her confused about the room's state, but didn't not intrude me with questions, "Well, I brought pizza with extra cheese, so-"

"I'm coming down-", Food can cheer me up straight away, though there was a part of me trying to hide my minute past feelings. Also, I was actually trying (and utterly failing) to play it cool.

"Wash yourself before you touch this packet young lady. Do you hear me?"

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While starting with the second slice of my pizza, I hear someone calling me from the window.

Sara.

I keep the piece down wondering why she isn't home yet, when I open the curtain and see Eliza standing right beside her.

"Please Naomi, come here, both of you please finish this. I hate when you fight.", Sara requests.

"I-"

"Please"

I let the curtains fall back and let out a long sigh. Well, it's better to get things resolved.

I go and stand in front of them stuffing my hands in my pockets and stare right at Eliza. She still had her racket with her which means she didn't go home yet and-

"Naomi, look I'm sorry, I thought you would understand."

After a moment of silence I reply, "I do understand Eliza, I have faced the same situation you are in. People have ignored me too. There were times when I was with out friends too.", I am not crying in front of them. No.

"Then why-why did you react like that?", Eliza asks. From the corner of my eye I see Sara feeling awkward because she felt like an imposter in our conversation. For a more common term-third wheel.

"Because, I--", I press my lips and take a deep breath, "called all of us together so that we can have a good time and I can move my mind from the struggles of my life for some time at least. I just wanted to forget all my worries for a while and spend time with you, but you just had to come and show yours and, and- the thing is even if you are in pain don't show it always. Don't. The little refreshing time I wanted, you made me remind of all the bad things with your foul attitude. I tried so hard not to say anything for I understand, but you just made it unbearable and I-"
I let out a shaky breath, and wipe the hot tears rolling down my cheeks with the palm of my hand. I hadn't even realised until now that I've been crying already.

"Sorry. I didn't know, I didn't understand what you were going through so much. I'm sorry.", Eliza apologises, also letting out a breath like me. We stare at each other for minutes, or maybe just seconds, and then we smiled softly which then slowly spread to the eyes and then, we were hugging each other.

We went for a stroll again, making small talk now and then and cracking up jokes.

"What is the colour of the sky you see?", Eliza asks all of a sudden. I get confused at her sudden choice of question but answer it anyways.

"Black.", It was almost nearing dinner time, "dark, just like my life.", I add as an afterthought.

Maybe that was the answer she expected because she answered immediately, "No, It's a dark blue. And it will turn into a lighter colour in the morning again. You see Naomi, if the sky is like your life, Your life will also become bright any day and that will be like a new day to you. A new morning and a new start."

We all pondered over her words and walked silently staring at the sky. But as usual I had to do something out of the character.

"When did you become Dumbledore Eliza?"