And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming

Or the moment of truth in your lies

When everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive

Iris-Goo Goo Dolls

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Absurd. Just absurd. Why could she not sleep? She’d tried everything, and nothing had worked. Counting sheep just made her end up with a headache. Reading a book didn’t help, even if it was one of those ‘self help’ books, which were extremly boring.

Drinking a hot chocolate just left her with a sugar rush, and that certainly didn’t help matters.

It was a good thing her parents were away for the weekend, or they’d be worried by the fact that sleep was, at the moment, evading her. She felt like someone with insommnia in a movie or a character in a novel, one of those people who went mad or ended up having problems because they couldn’t sleep.

Sighing, she reached over and picked up a small, red bound book, which she flicked open.

Photo’s, some old and starting to fade, some newer and still glossy, the people in them staring up at her out of glassy, unseeing eyes.

A small, sad smile touched her lips for a moment, and she gazed at the wall, recalling memories from a few years ago.

Even though she still exchanged e-mails, it seemed that, lately, there’d been a distance between her friends and her, which wasn’t helped by the fact that she was now on the other side of the world from them.

Would they forget about her? Or would they keep writing, even if she couldn't see them whenever she wanted to now.

Somewhere, in the back of her mind, there was a nagging doubt that they'd forget about her, the good times they'd shared, and just get on with life, so that they wouldn't remember her when she eventually did get to...no! She shook her head. Why was she thinking like that? Swiftly silencing the nagging doubts, she told herself that they wouldn't forget about her, as, thinking back on it now, hadn't they been through too much to evewn think about forgetting one another?

No, she was sure of it. They wouldn't forget about her, and she wouldn't forget about them.

But what if...?