“Tequila, please. Keep’em coming,” said Amy without looking up.

“Rough day?” inquired Joe, the bartender. He had seen enough to know. Most of his lonely customers are there either to shed off the rough day or in search of a good time. This girl was clearly not looking to have a good time, not with a smudged mascara.

“You can say that,” continued Amy, “I knew breakups were hard, but breaking up with a close friend that was the hardest of all!”

“I read somewhere, “We learn the most from imperfect relationships- things like compassion“, maybe you learned something like that from your relation too. ”

“Yeas, I did. ‘All that glitters is not gold‘,” smiled Amy.

Linking with Blog-A-Rhythm’s Wordy Wednesday.

She kept crying and I couldn’t do anything to make her feel better. A loss is a terrible thing to go through. Losing someone dear to me, Oh god, I can’t even imagine such a tragedy. And she is experiencing the trauma of losing her beloved.

I stood beside her trying to figure out the words which can console her a bit. Her sobs pained me. I moved closer to her and put my hand on her shoulder gently. She turned around and looked at me; the sight of her agony filled face made me cringe.

I extended my barbie doll, Bella, “You can have Bella. I don’t mind.” Hesitantly she took the doll from me. Her face shined with a tear filled smile. Our neighbor’s dog didn’t like Tina, I knew that. But to butcher her beloved doll like that, it wasn’t nice! “I am not going to pet that dog anymore,” I assured her.

I hoped that she won’t cry over losing her doll’s head to the dog next door.