This Feels All Too Familiar

I once heard that promises _­are made to be broken. In retrospect, that sounds true. Nowadays, it doesn't take a lot effort to keep a promise. People make promises everyday to each other, and breaks them like its nothing. That may work for most people, but I am not most people. To a little girl I once was, a promise is a promise.

I was too naïve to foresee the outcomes. I didn't realise how fragile a promise can be.

It's like you're giving someone a glass heart and expect them to carry them safely across the rocky terrain of your life. The problem with walking in rocky terrains is this: people fall down.

Friends then come along and say, but it all works in the end, right? The end? What end? How can one person know about the ending of their lives?  I just don't know.

I don't know.

Rachel stops typing. She looks out of her window. The daily fog of the morning shrouds the neighbourhood in mystery. The street lamps gave an eerie yet peaceful glow. But her gaze isn’t fixed on her neighbourhood. Instead, she focuses her attention on the hill not far from her line of sight.

“She must be there by now” utters Rachel, to her herself.

She gets up and shuts her laptop. Her bedside alarm clock indicates that it is 5.30 am. She puts on her hoodie, grabbing her bag, before she rushes downstairs.

A red bicycle is seen waiting for her outside the kitchen. Rachel pushes it towards the main street.