Amor, tam pulcher | KTH

10| Who we are, what we do

—Now playing: Promises by Jhené Aiko, Namiko, Miyagi ✫

As already stated, in the city, Daphne used to have many friends, people she talked to and kept a polite relationship with but, like Aristotle said, a friend to all is a friend to none.

In Daphne's case, this was valid the other way around. All the thousand apparent friends she had weren't her real friends but just a result of pretty privilege which rather received a lot of envy and jealousy or lots of compliments and favouritism. All her classmates were on good terms with her and most of them believed to be her close friends but to Daphne, only Margot fell under that category—or so she thought.

"You still haven't heard from her? All this time and she still hasn't replied?" Dayanne's voice echoed through the tiled walls of Daphne's bathroom. After spitting the toothpaste into the sink, the youngest looked at her phone and replied with a nod and a shrug when Dayanne's face expressed confusion.

"Y'all were freaking glued at the hip in the city. What happened?" she verbalised her perplexity, wanting her sister to give her a verbal response as well.

Saying that they were glued at the hip was a fucking understatement. The way their friendship appeared to both outsiders and Daphne herself made her believe that she'd been the lucky girl to have found herself a real friend.

"I really don't know. Maybe our type of friendship isn't the one you can keep from a long distance," Daphne messily answered with her toothbrush in her mouth. "Honestly, I'm not even surprised. We barely texted even when we were both in the city,"

"So, you're trying to tell me that Margot never once texted someone in her life? Texting isn't that hard, DD"

Saturdays and Sundays were the only days when the two sisters could talk and spend some time together virtually because during the weekdays they're both busy with school and due to the time zones, whenever Daphne was available in the morning, her sister was already heading to her first class of the day. Now, while Daphne was brushing her teeth, Dayanne was already heading out shopping.

Daphne would do the same later.

"If she really cared, the distance wouldn't matter and you know that." Daphne didn't reply to the words but let the sounds around her fill the silence, from the water rushing out of the faucet and into the sink to the muffled sound of Dayanne's car as she drove.

Dayanne was telling the truth like she always did, and Daphne knew this.

Ever since childhood, the youngest had issues with making friends or, better, finding the right person to be friends with. Once she hit 10th grade, she was convinced she had finally found that person in Margot because they immediately clicked and remained so until she had to move out. Daphne would be lying if she claimed that their friendship wasn't the major reason she didn't want to move out. What filled her guts was fear. She was scared of losing the only real friend she'd ever had. Everyone believed that except for Dayanne.

Dayanne always felt that her sister's friendship with Margot wasn't what Daphne really wanted. She'd seen how dedicated she could get when preparing Margot a gift. She'd seen how much she cared. Daphne was so convinced to have finally found a friend, someone of her age who understood her.

For Margot though, things weren't the same. She paid Daphne's 100% effort with barely 50% of hers and Dayanne could see it—their parents couldn't because no one knew Daphne better than her.

Dayanne was just two years old when Daphne was welcomed into the family. Her sister's birthday marks the day she found her real lifelong friend.

Nothing was better than running to hug her when the day was over in 1st grade or whenever she followed her mom to pick her up at the kindergarten.