Novembris 14, 373: “Merely a pretty bauble.”

May 26th, 2017

Novembris 14, 373

Last night, I lost a friend.

The pain of our parting is almost too much to bear. How many friends have I already gained and lost? How many more must I lose?

But this… this one was my fault. And I think it is this which hurts the most. The fact that I deserve every moment of his scorn.

His words still burn in my ears. “I was a fool for thinking you anything more than a pretty bauble.” Perhaps he is right.

Perhaps I am merely a pretty bauble and nothing more.