Two Friends

Two friends, they've known one another since their first days of school. Two years, their paths differed. Today was different.
He was a talented surfer, she was an amazing photographer. He surfed the best waves while she took breathtaking photographs. Due to the peer pressure inside school grounds, he was taken by the boys and she was driven away by the girls. These two years of being too far apart from each other took its toll. Slowly they begun to fade into a deep depression. Without each other for comfortable happiness, all they thought of was suicide.
One mild day, he walked the streets alone; deep in thought about the cherishing memories with her. Her smile when he'd wave at her from the sea to shore, the wonderful photos she'd show him after the surf, those were only the beginning of their never-ending story shortlived.
As he walked in front of the mouth of an alleyway, a silhouetted hand braced his shoulder and dragged him down the alleyway rapidly. He didn't think of kidnap nor death, he thought about the hand gripping his shoulder.
That hand, that grip.
Why do I barely recognized this touch on my shoulder?
He and the anonymous person stopped behind corner away from the street's light. An old moss-covered light that flickered on and off was about as illuminated as the alleyway will get. Tiny bugs flew and buzzed around it.
A second hand grasped his other shoulder to stabilize him. After he caught his breath, his eyes met his fate's.
It was her.
"Cassie," he said surprisingly.
"Jacob," she said soothingly.
They stared at each other like old friends finally meeting.
"I didn't want anyone to see us talking to each other," she explained. "They'd definitely judge us if they see us talking to each other," she paused. "I-I missed you," her voice withered.
He laid a soothing hand on her shoulder, "I tried to surf after everyone forced us apart but I couldn't concentrate, I'd get dumped as soon as I laid my eyes on the beach. I never surfed since."
After a moment if silence she told her story, "Each photograph of nature - especially water - that I took, it reminded me too much of you and how you were such a pro at surfing."
After each of their says they had a moment of silence between them to tell the same, unexplained story of their conflicts cause around them. Their fellow peers would make fun of them. Constantly singing the same song about them sitting in a tree K.I.S.S.I.N.G. The judgement got too rough and we're forced to be place with their own genders.
The relationship between the two sexes wasn't positive at all. The young men saw the young women as insuperiors to them and whenever a girl would try to be intelligence whether it's to get good grades or reason with the guys, there was always a conflict uproared. With the feminine being caring and always standing up for what they believe to be right, the masculine felt intimidated and forcefully tried to regain pride. The women never stood down and so it all looks runs in an infinite loop around the school. The two friends were caught in the crossfire within No-Man's Land and captured back to their original comrades. Like Romeo and Juliet, no one wanted to see them together.
When the silence grew longer than normal, they both felt it was time to expose their dark secrets to each other.
"Hey Jacob?" she asked him. "I want to tell you something I've been hiding for a while."
"Me too Cassie," he replied.
Neither of them knew the other wanted to commit suicide until they chorused the word, suicide. Both of them surprised at each other.
"You can't be serious!?" he hissed unwillingly.
"How could you!?" she spat unintentionally.
A moment silence crept back in.
"No..." he muttered.
She shook her head with tears in her eyes.
They threw themselves into a hug like a ribbon of emotions binding them together.
"I won't let you die," she howled under her breath and tears.
"Y-y-you can't do this," he stuttered as the words for ed their way from his lungs, through his vocal chords and out to express. "I-I-I won't let you."
They cried in each other's arms for several minutes. When they eventually gave out their physical emotions they moved on to their verbal emotions.
"We will have a truce," she announced. "I won't commit suicide unless you do."
"Same here," he too announced. "I won't die unless you do."
Their truces reinforced a friendship knot around their wellbeings. They endured the discrimination of their peers throughout the rest of their school. And on one Sunday, the weather was perfect for some surfing and photography.