Change

Breaking the chain of her thoughts, she heard someone say, "If the glass has cracked, you should get it changed now. It may spoil the screen you see."

She looked at her phone laid on the table and remembered all the times she joked of the stardust effect on the display, blaming her laziness for the delay. She knew she should have changed the tempered glass long ago but something was holding her back. 

Perhaps, Someone. 

Or someone's memories?

It was the last time they had hung out together on the day she had changed her cellphone's tempered glass. After a few weeks, she had realised the glass wasn't going to last long and it shall eventually spoil her phone's original display in case she delayed further. Five months had passed since, and today when her friend's words echoed in her ears, "Change it before it leaves marks." Strangely, it affected her. She had deliberately avoided doing so because it always reminded her of the day spent with him.

It is odd how often human brain connects even minute details of your ordinary life with your memories, either good or bad. The game it plays with your biochemistry, flinching emotions making you vulnerable at times.

She was afraid of the change, change in the new glass on her screen, a change in the routine, a change in the feelings for the person, change. 

The change meant a new beginning and an end of the present. The change in the routine leading to memories fading away. The change meant, letting go of him and making new memories.

Something bothered her suggesting her of an impending doom. Even though few relations become strong with time, she knew, nothing is permanent. Change is the only constant, everything else is temporary. You can't fight against it. Once you embrace change, you loosen all the threads that bind you with others. And sometimes, you feel helpless when you start drifting away from the person who once meant the world to you. Are you at fault? Or them for that matter? It isn't something for you to know. For whatever happens, happens for a reason.

Should she fix her phone's display? Was it wise to veil the inevitable? The dilemma failed to silence her deafening senses. She had to make a choice eventually.

"You. Yes, you," the voices in her head screamed louder than before. "I hope you are paying attention. Because, change is going to destroy us, soon, in an instant."