The void of an illusion – a best friend.

Work of fiction.

She was what he wanted. She was what he had. She was there when he needed someone. She was there when he wanted to laugh. She was there when he wanted to cry. She was there; until recently.

She traveled to see his glories. She called to give him a hand. She heard him out; his life. She was the only one who understood his worries, tensions, happiness and anxieties. Her words of assurance comforted him, consoled him.

Also,

She mistreated him. She hurt him; physically, emotionally & mentally. She gifted him an hearing aid. He bled. He wept. She didn\’t know. Or rather, she didn\’t care.

She was not his girlfriend. She was not his sister. She was his best friend. His best friend who knew him, understood him inside out.

Slowly, he realized. The bonding of friendship between them was an illusion. Yet, its a void now. The lost him misses the illusion. He wishes to re-live the illusion. But he knows, he cannot let go of his ego, self respect and he certainly cannot forget the pain.