She lowered her head and gazed at the apple in her hand. It seemed so red, as heavy as the sunset on the horizon, a weight she could do nothing about. She dreaded it when people said goodbye to her. No matter how lovely the memories or how bright the hopes, time would pass, and one farewell was all it took to make the past impossible to return to.
"So why are you telling me this?" Her voice was already breaking into sobs.
"You're special. Maybe we're not the best of friends, but even after today, you'll still remember me."
