The sun no longer shines in my bedroom, I am left with a silence that speaks softly. No
one can hear or see me crumble as my thoughts turn blue. My body surges with heat and my
throat tightens. My eyes begin to release thin, salty drops of water, like a faucet that quietly drips
water. I propel myself into the kitchen; my body immediately craves the cool, creamy vanilla ice
cream in my freezer.
       I reach into the shiver-inducing box, and obtain the premium vanilla ice cream. I pull out
a shiny silver spoon that clanks among the other utensils as I open the wooden drawer. The hard
spoon dives into the soft ice cream, and I bring it into my drooling mouth. Its sweet flavor makes
me neglect my dripping tears and softens the lump in my throat. It is easier to swallow the
delicious dessert than the bitter truth: my best friend and I are growing apart.
      The harsh words she spoke of me are forever frozen in place within my brain. Our efforts
to understand each other only lead to fiery frustration, melting our coldness towards one
another into a puddle of hatred. Her inexcusable actions cause my heart to drop like an ice
cream scoop falling off a waffle cone onto the hard, dirty concrete. If my wrist had not tilted too
far forward, maybe the perfectly round ice cream scoop wouldn’t be deformed on the sidewalk.
      Maybe, just maybe, if I hadn’t pushed so hard, I wouldn’t be here alone, desperately sucking the
cold ice cream off the spoon. The soothing taste of the ice cream makes me forget everything,
freeing me from my uncontrollable self-torment. I sigh in disappointment as the spoon scrapes
the bottom.
      There is nothing left for me to say to her, to hear from her, or any support and compassion
left that I can give her, whether or not she deserves it. Our delightful times together gradually
turn into distant memories. I feel ashamed that I ate so much ice cream, and I feel ashamed that
her absence remains present in my mind.
       I return to my bedroom and wrap myself under a blanket that gives me a warm hug,
suppressing the icy wave that rushes through my body after eating that ice cream. After my eyes
shut, I imagine a sweeter fantasy: that our bond stayed strong, rather than the unfortunate reality
of our severed sisterhood. Like a friend that accompanies me in my darkest, loneliest moments,
the premium vanilla ice cream heals my hurting heart.