It was that summer that I realized. I couldn't believe my mind. I walked across the room, looking at the scatter contents of my desk. I scanned over the paper in front of me, realizing that this moment was true. It wasn't so much that she was visiting me (for she did that often enough), it was more...me.
Hearing the crunching sound of car tires running over the gravel driveway, I spun around suddenly, knowing that I would have to face her. Setting the paper down, I went toward the window and pulled back the silky white curtains, unveiling the car of Susie Jenkins. She now had a black limousine, sleek and refined, and I felt a sense of guilt pang in my heart. She credited it all to me, all of her fame and fortune, and even her husband. But somehow, I felt that I had not helped her; only hindering her in every way possible. I had , laughed at her, scorned her, and this sweet, innocent country girl had taken every slanderous comment as the most beautiful compliment. I, Elsie Grey, had laughed in her face, and she had generously forgiven me, unable to imagine that I could say anything even remotely horrible. Shame was flooding through me, and the worst part, the very worst part of all, was that she forgave me, every word, every action.
I couldn't let her wait any monger. I had wait years to admit this, and after years of Susie nearly breaking her back to gain this very title, it was time for me to say it; to myself, and to Susie. My heart leaped into my throat at the thought, but I knew that it was time. Opening the door, I looked back at that beautiful letter of friendship that Susie had written to me years before. And I knew. I knew I was ready. And I left the room to greet my one true friend throughout life, my one true friend, Susie Jenkins.
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Should I continue it?
~Evening Star
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