Lisa was flying back to Sydney tonight after four months at the University in India.
My feelings for her went much deeper than friendship but my background didn’t permit me to express them.
She wanted to have a last tour of the city before leaving.
As we sat on the pavement, soaking in the view of lamps and lights sailing on the river, I shuddered at the imminent darkness about to engulf my life soon.
“Aisha, are you missing me already girl?” Lisa burst out laughing. I smiled.
How I wish I could tell her the pain of unrequited love!
This post is part of the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff for the 24th Aug week. The challenge is to write a complete story based on the photo prompt in 100 or fewer words.