A Beautiful Tragedy

Today was dooms day, the day the first of us leaves. Emily, the most vibrant, anigmatic, and outrageous of our group. She kinda held us together at times, she inspired us all. We went to her house in the evening. We stayed up all night. We laughed and cried. All the girls decided to give Emily a gift, we put little notes from each of us into a giant bag of magenta glitter, because all year we have been having fun with glitter every time we go out. She has inspired us to love glitter. Little did we know that she would throw all of the glitter on everyone. It turned into a glitter fight. Some people slept, some stayed up crying or talking. It was raining at 6:30 a.m. when we piled 14 people into two cars. On our way, a song came on, a song that Emily sings quite often, it was a very sad moment, but we had no idea what was to come. We waited around for the crying, sad looking Emily to check her bags and get her ticket.

We walked upstairs to where she would go through security. It all hit us then, this was it, we cant follow her into the next room, this is where we leave her. Slowly and quite painfully, we hugged her one by one, each one crying more than the last. I was near the end, I had held of crying until we hugged, and I lost it. I cried so much, everyone did. Once she had cried more than any of us thought possible, she walked into the next room, we all waved, and she was gone.

I mentioned to my friend Lou from France how beautiful we were, 12 crying girls, covered in glitter, saying goodbye to their best friend. I remember Emily once told me how she thinks sad things are so beautiful. And I was overwhelmed by how amazing I felt, despite the sadness. It truly a beautiful tragedy.

I would like to also write this in Spanish because it means a lot to me:

12 chicas alli estaban. Llorando, reindo, lleno de brillos, y todas con tanto tristeza. Estaban tan triste para la despedida de su amiga, uno de sus mejores amigas, su hermana. Una vez, Emily me dijo que ella le gusta cosas triste por que son hermosa. Cuando estabamos caminando, pense como hermosa es este tragadia. Esta cosa es muy cerca a mi corazon. El dolor es duro, pero la amistad es increible. Nunca voy a olvidar a ella o las otro chicas aca, o la experiencia que tenia aca.