It was almost 10 pm. It was a warm night on the terrace 1600m above the sea level.

I was sitting there with her. Our place had an amazing overview of the city. Even silence had a special sound. We were watching the wind blow by, warm lights connecting with the sky.

She was 16, I was only 12 years old.

She smoked. I smelled like a cigarette.

She was smart and full of lessons for me. I learned a lot.

She laughed a lot. I was playful.

We had a lot of fun.

She didn’t know, that I was crying every time my mother picked me up to go home.

After a few years.

Oh, I finally saw her again.

She grew up. I did too.

She was high on drugs. Loud. I was speechless.

She didn’t care. I did.

Sky seems a little bit darker now.

She changed her color. She lost her way.

I lost her.

Forever.

Don’t destroy your life with drugs. Make sure that your color stays bright.