10,000 Words Part 47: Friend

I can’t remember her face anymore. That’s something that I thought was happened to old fogies.
At my age dementia seems unlikely.
I haven’t got any photos of her. She wouldn’t be photographed: I’d never have been able to capture that smile.
My parents hated her. Unhealthy, they said. Sick. But we were each other’s forever. Until, one day, we weren’t. One day she was gone, and nothing could bring her back.
Four years ago today. I’m 11 now.
It was my fault: Only I could see her. What did I think would happen if I looked away too long?