1.32 Reunited

My feet haven't run as fast as they do now. I've been a horrible friend. Maisie was in a bad place for the past couple of weeks, and I didn't even know. Her boyfriend Lance, who has cancer, has taken for the worst. And instead of being there for her, I chose to wallow in self-pity, thinking she hated me so much to reach out to me. I did not even consider the possibility that she just might be having a hard time contacting me. Maybe letters are stupid. Maybe I should get a cellphone instead.

"You terrible bitch!" Maisie screams as soon as she sees me by the hospital door. The nurses and hospital staff glance in our direction, appalled at Maisie's choice of words. I don't care. I missed her too much to be embarrassed by her greeting.

"I'm so sorry, Maze. I'm so sorry." I tell her, and like a bunch of wussies, we hug each other, crying.