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Irremovable It was a rainy day when I saw her. I stopped walking and stared in disbelief. It can't be her, I thought. But it was her. Samantha, my best friend from elementary school. Although it has been almost ten years since I haven't seen her, I was able to recognize her immediately. Her warm and deep hazel eyes, glossy chocolate brown hair, and elegant posture was the same as when I had known her. She stopped walking when she noticed me staring across the street and walked towards me. No, don't come, I wanted to scream at her. Her gorgeous eyes were curious when she asked me, "Do you know me?"

Ten years ago, Samantha and I first met at a dance academy. We immediately became friends because we had so much in common. I loved the idea of having a friend who was perfect. She had a beautiful appearance, humble personality and amazing dance skills. Samantha always told me that she was grateful for having a friend like me, which I appreciated. I was happy and thankful. Then, I started to notice that Samantha was always better than me. She was more gorgeous, she had a greater personality, and she was the best dancer in the studio. She overshadowed me in everything. I could never be the "best" in anything with her in my way. I was jealous. That jealousy caused me to hurt Samantha and I stopped dancing. I had never heard from her after that incident.

"No," I said. "I thought you were someone I knew," I lied. The jealousy and envy from ten years ago was coming back. I could not bare to look at her perfectly proportioned face. The undesired memory was coming back. As I walked past her on the empty street, regret and pain filled my heart because it was clearly visible-- the irremovable scar that I had given both to her soul and her face.

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