Literary Device

Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting. She looked over at her best friend for approval. Her best friend smiled and gave her a small nod. She remembered how things use to be before, how easy it used to be to talk to him, that was before everything changed. She glanced at him once more before approaching; even the way his eyes met hers was different. He no longer had that warm safe feeling they once had; they were dark brown with hate and resentment. As she took a seat in front of him she tried to smile sincerely. Angela gave him a small peck on his cheek and noticed his breath smelled like ice cold lemonade on a boiling hot summer day. When he looked up at her he said in a miserable blue way that could have made even the reddest of roses die in a heartbeat, “I can’t believe she is really gone.” Angela tried to hold his hand to comfort him; his hand was ice cold she squeezed it slowly trying to make it warmer. Memories of his mom flooded in, Sandy, she remembered, the night she met her and the warm welcomed feeling she gave her to their family. Angela gently laid her head on his shoulder and lovingly whispered in his ear, “I’m sorry.” The cell phone on the table buzzed as it slowly vibrated towards the edge of the table. He ignored it, and looked at Angela as she assured him, “It’s going to be okay, baby, and I’m here for you.” The cell phone buzzed again like it was screaming at him to answer. He checked his phone, sighed and turned it off. He laid his head on Angela’s and kisses the top of her head. She feels his pain and a teardrop drops from her eye and lands on her hand in her lap. He squeezed her and teardrops fell from his eyes, too. The loss of his mother was terrible for both of them.