This is a story about two people, two friends, two lovers.
It start as a joyful story, but in the second chapter it turns to be a bit angst and sad.
In the story Luz narrates her live alongside Amity, since they met when they were 18 years old until...
Getting to know each other ------------------------------------------
We met in college.
We were 18 years old, and lived in different states until then, but fate wanted us to end up going to the same college. I was studying Art and she was studying biomedical engineering.
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Our first encounter.... didn't go so well. I have to admit it. I accidentally bumped into her, all her books fell to the floor. It was a mess. She look me furious into the eyes, a shiver went down my spine.
But i apologized, helped her picked up the books and invited her to a hot cocoa in the campus' coffee. She accepted it with gritted teeth. Something i found out latter is that she loved hot cocoa, and that she only accepted my offer because of that, so sometimes I wonder if I should have offer her a coffee instead, because in that case I don't know if our story would come this far and things could have been different, maybe she...
No, what's done is done, and it can't be change.
Either way, we went to the coffee and had a good chat. Turned out that afer our hostil encounter, we have an instant connection and we became best friends.
That day, although it was the first day we met, i learned a lot of things about her. She liked fairy stories, just like me, and before college she lived with her parents and her two siblings, Ed and Em, both were 20 years old at the time. She had a cat back at home, named ghost. She showed me some pictures of him, it was a beautiful white cat with a pretty and deep gaze.
We spent a lot of time together. We didn't share any classes, but that didn't stop us.
We had lunch together, everyday, no matter how busy we were, or the weather or how many works we had. Whenever she can she would order her favourite dish, lasagna, but not every place we went had it, and me, well, i love potatoes in all her forms and sizes, so if I could i would order something potato related, like mashed potatoes, or a burger with fries or gnocchi or sometimes even baked potato with cheese.
She always laughed at my strange choices, and make fun of me. But it didn't matter, because seeing her smile worthed being laughed at.
Besides lunch we spent all of our free time together, either studying, playing video games, talking or just doing nothing, but together, you know, like I was reading whatever book that had laid in my hands at the moment, and was taking my sleep away, while she was writing things down in her dairy, or listening to her favourite song, this is gospel of Panic! at the disco, and we didn't interacted or something, we just be there, vibing together.
And a year went by like that. It was a good life.
Our first year of college were over, and we head back home for the holidays. She went home with her parents and siblings, and i went to Connecticut, with my mom, Camila, and my twin sister, Vee.
That summer we didn't talk much, I don't know why. So I used it to spent time with my family, as well as she did.
Every now and then I would look into photos we took over the year and wonder what would she be doing. And every time Vee caught me in that state she would tease me until I sent her a message. That were the few times we talked, besides sometimes she reached out to me after a long time no talking, to see how I was doing.
And summer ended. The second course awaited us. That year, the fate wanted us to end up in the same shared dorm.
That brought us even closer, if possible. At some point in the academic year we were lovers. It was briefly, but intense. But we never formally date, because both of us were very much into being wild and free and enjoying our youth.
We both date other people from time to time. We talked about it and get to the agreement that if we have a relationship sometime it would be an all-or-nothing kind of thing. And since neither of us want to give up our freedom and our live style we decided, you can say we made a pact, not to commit to a relationship.
We had a beautiful friendship. A couple of years go by and our friendship grew stronger than any other relationship I've ever had.
