I’ve not read many novels written in second pov and I have plans to read more. Today I tried writing in second pov and it felt and sounds arkward. It authomatically makes The reader the main character
Your friend is more than a friend to you. She’s your best friend. Both of you have been together for more than a decade. You have gone to places together, done lots of things together and sacrificed a lot for each other.
She’s the best friend you have ever known and will probably know. With her by you, you don’t have to worry because she has always got your back.
On fifteenth of October, three days before your birthday, you go to her house just like you used to do.
You knock on the door and she steps outside and closes the door behind her. You gave her a silly smile, because you think she has a special visitor and needs to be left alone, but she says, ‘Look, I don’t want you to come around my house anymore.’ She says this in such a way that you think she’s playing a prank on you. You say, ‘Come on! I understand! I got it. I’ll be on my way.’
‘No, you don’t understand. This is not because I have a special friend around. I don’t want to do this anymore. Period.’ Now she says this with a firm tone you don’t know she possesses.
Your eyes go wild and your smile makes you uncomfortable. And took two steps to your right and another to your left. You don’t know what you’re doing, you’re trying to make sure you aren’t dreaming.
‘I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m sorry.’
‘Do what? What do you mean?’ You’re not sure it’s a prank anymore.
‘If you’ll excuse me, I have something important doing inside.’ You have the urge, a strong longing, to follow her inside. And you took a few steps towards the door but she slams it shut, right on your face. You jerked and froze at a spot. It isn’t a dream. It’s happening real. You’ve lost your best friend! And no one can replace her. No one can take her place. Not just that, you’re fond of her. You love her and her family and friends and you’re going to lose her family too because you can’t visit her house anymore.
And the only answer she gives to people when they ask, ‘What did she do wrong?’ she says ‘She has done nothing wrong. It’s just me. I just want to be on my own!’
It’s not her. It’s you. You have done something wrong because she allows every other friend access to her house. They may visit, but you’re not.
Now you live, thinking you have done something wrong, and it’s skin deep, something she can’t forgive and something she’s ashamed to talk about.
There’s no smoke without fire.
There’s a reason for all that happens under the sun.
But there nothing you can do to bring her back. She has slept over her decision and knows it is the right decision.
But you find out you can’t do without her. Moments come and pass and you long to share important moments of your life with her. You want to laugh and cry and- you miss her.
Not that your life would be over without her, but you’re tied to her. You’ve made connections. It’s like a part your life has left with her and life will never be the same without her.
But you need to move on. And you move on. Few months later, you only remember her in passing and you now understand one thing, Some friendships are not meant to be for life.
I'm a food scientist who has chosen the path of creative writing- the one thing which comes to me naturally.
Back in 2013, my love for teaching young learners propelled me into picking teaching as a career. I taught English, Maths and Science in the United Arab Emirates where I lived for ten years. Right now, I live in Coal City, a beautiful hilly area of my country Nigeria.
My website Fiez-writer is a product of my extreme desire to share my writing with the world. Here, I share fiction, poems, thoughts and writing tips.
A huge part of my life is spent with my lovely family and I'm a proud mother to three brilliant kids.