by Iris W

Created on: November 09, 2008

Justin Mitchell stared at the picture on his desk. There were six people in that picture: three young men and three beautiful girls. Then he took his pen from the pen stand and started to write on the note pad:

Dear Noelle,

It's been such a long time since I wrote to you. Of course, there was no point in writing at all. You would not been able to receive this letter, for no postman would go to the other side of the world to deliver this. But never mind, I don't need a postman for this. Not this time.

It has been so long, Noelle. Too long. Do you remember the last night Billy, Meg, Clara, Nick, you and I were together? On the beach fifteen years ago? We were so young and nave, so gay and excited about our future. We were discussing about what we would become in ten years' time. Meg wanted to be a famous singer, Billy dreamt to be the richest man on earth, Clara and Nick wanted to open a restaurant together, I hoped to be a surgeon like my dad, and you, you wanted to be a famous writer. Yes, we were so happy, forgetting the rest of the world and imagined that the world was ours alone. We talked, we joked and we laughed. How would we ever thought, or expected a future like this. A dark tunnel, filled with sorrow, betrayal, hatred and yet so full of hidden love. How would we ever foretell that our circle friends would one day be broken apart? Oh Noelle, if we only knew...

That day since we all went our own paths, life had been completely different from what it used to be. I could no longer call Nick, my best friend, whenever I'm in trouble. It was impossible to hang out with my new friends without any pressure. Life in university was completely different. It was stressful and I could not trust anyone. There wasn't anyone that I could completely rely on. There was no one like you. But we were so far from each other; you were in the East and I, on the West.

When I graduated five years later, I thought of contacting you, but you were nowhere to be found. I went back to our homeland, and I met Clara and Nick. They were married, with a little baby boy named Nicholas Junior. They were very happy and they were close to achieving their dream of opening a restaurant. I asked them about you, but they said you disappeared to Canada two years before that. I heard news of Meg; she wasn't a singer as she wanted to be, but she was still in the limelight as a dancer. I did not know anything about Billy; Clara said he invested in a toy factory with a friend in China, and had not heard

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