Perspective

Standing in the parking lot of her apartment, I see my friend. She's looking down, sad, and having just as hard of a time as me. 

I keep my head down. I don't want to leave. But I also do. I know its time. 

Angry. When I first found out I was angry. Then sad. Then overcome with...numbness. 

"I'm sorry..." I whisper... then my friend runs over and hugs me.

Why she has to move I do not know. I wish she doesn't have to.

My parents call me. It's time. 

I know it's harder for her than anyone else.

It's probably harder for my friend than it is for me. 

Her parents tug  at her. She holds onto my hand. She looks at me, eyes full of tears.

I hold onto my friend's hand, wanting to stay, for just a minute longer.

I look at her, and whisper, "It's okay."

Then, we both let go.