A friend and a friend, best friends.
"In 10 years, when we grow older, let's meet here again! It's a promise! You better come!" the cheerful one said.
"Hah...
a promise? You idiot. I came but you didn't." said the other one, she didn't notice her eyes were tearing up.
Looking down at a stone board carved with a name.
A grave buried at the exact spot where they made the promise,
Belonged to the one who came up with the promise,
Who as well broke it,
Why?
We never know,
Probably life did this to her,
the curse of life,
made her unable to enjoy the satisfaction of living,
Which made her suffer,
which made her commit a sin to herself,
Which can never be reversed.
Death.
