It was no big deal,
really. A misunderstanding. That's what we all thought at first. All of us
except for Becca. It was much more than that to her, and at the time, despite
thinking the four of us were the best of friends, none of us knew her well
enough to make sense of what was happening.
For her, the mention
of what amounted to a child's lie mushroomed from a well deep within, one that
held childhood secrets we would eventually come to know. For Becca, the room
had filled with rapacious monsters she couldn't fight off. For Becca, a few
words - I couldn't even tell you now which ones precisely - had seeped into her
core and consumed her almost entirely.
It would be a while
before any of us there that night came to hear Becca's story (I would love her more than I thought possible when I did). A sorrowful, heavy shadow clung to our spirits as the
three of us exited the hospital doors that night.
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