Bell came back exhausted, after performing in a series of shows in towns and
cities. Nonetheless she was happy, reveling with the memories of what she
learned and the encouragements and affirmations on her dancing skills by her
teammates. She put down her luggage, got some warm water from the water closet
and washed her hair. She combed her auburn hair, looked at herself in the
mirror, and chuckled that what people saw as a little girl had now grown into a
lass. The roommates were discussing the exam topics. She missed classes for a week,
so she tried to ask if she missed any important things. But she found her
roommates evaded from her glances, giving her the feeling that she is a guest.
After washing herself and brushed her teeth, Bell climbed up to the upper bunk
bed and started to prepare for the exams. Then she found a pile of letters
without sender’s address. She stashed those letters into a paper box, without
opening them. She wouldn’t read them, for those were letters filled with
nonsenses from the young men who saw her performing, gustatory for a crush on
her. Suddenly she saw by the pillow a folded letter at the head of the bed. Out
of curiosity, Bell opened it and saw a few lines. The strokes looked familiar
to her. Oh yes, these are the writings from Tao, one of her best friends. She
quickly read through the letter and could not immediately make much sense if
it. She read it again: “Dear Bell, I am sorry that I am afraid we can’t
continue to be best friends anymore. Whenever I needed you, you are always
busy. I now have a new friend, we chat along quite well, on all sorts of
topics. Besides whenever we are together I feel uneasy. You are too radiant and
the radiance completely overshadowed me. I am sorry!” Now she understood what
was said in this note. She couldn’t believe it. Bell and Tao had been together
day and night, they helped and encouraged each other, and they were like
sisters and truly soul mates. She adored Tao so much, although Tao weren’t into
many things, she didn’t like physical exercise, dancing, nor painting. But she
was humorous and learned, and enjoyed talking. In addition, she cared about
others. She was just sweet and adorable. They were always happy together. Tao
was important not only as a friend or confidant, she occupied one half of her
heart. When she thought about all these, streams of tears dropped from her
eyes. Bell sat on the hard wooden bed and felt like a bomb just exploded in her
head and the explosion shook her entire body. After the initial shock, flashes
of recent encounters with Tao appeared in her mind. Tao would avoid her and
that confounded and saddened her. Now she saw it clear. Bell wanted to break
into Tao’s dorm and demand her to take back what she said, but she did not. She
just allowed the tears to flow freely down through her face. She hoped that the
tears would flush away all the accumulated gloom and the new onrush of
loneliness. Without Tao, she dared to know not if the sun would rise tomorrow
as warm and gentle as before and if the moon would still be as bright and
tender before. She felt that the world was starting to collapse and dreams were
fleeting away!