She was your absolute best friend, you had meet her in your first period science class when you were in 7th grade. After sitting at that table together, your life changed. She was the one you called when you had a bad day, when you found out your favorite fictional character died, or your parents were fighting, and she knew you were a call away when her girlfriends would cheat on her, when she needed a smile or a dance partner, or if her day was going to shit. You were always known to have your own dance parties, and eat pizza till you wanted to vomit, or you would be the ones reading comics till the sun rose the next morning. You were her trusted Adviser from a far away land when she was Queen and she was your rock through and through.
She is the reason you even met your boyfriend, who was the second best thing to happen to you after her. For Sam always knew how to make you smile, and he loved you for who you were, not what you looked like. She was tried of seeing men hurt you over and over and to her you were perfect for him, who also just wanted to be loved, to find someone as nerdy as he was, and loved to read everything from lore books to comics about anti heroes in red suits. She was the one who brought you to the bunker for the week, she was the one who had you and Sam sit together at dinners or movie nights, and even called shotty ever time to put you in the back together. She would always smile when she heard you bonding and she was overjoyed when you finally announced that you were dating someone who would never hurt you.
When you found her with the boys, you crumbled to the ground, the tears just spilling out as you looked at her shell. Every moment you shared pasted before your eyes, like that first moment you met, or the eighth grade science fair project where you explained the science behind Doctor Who, or how you skipped your senior prom to see the new Batman movie. You remembered all the times you planned your futures, the bridges between the houses, the daily superhero movie nights, or the comic swaps that would occur between your children and possible spouses. You remembered the pact you made about how if you both were single and alone when you turned 46 you were going to have a hobbit fake marriage and just share a house in the hills. These dreams were no more then that now, for they were never going to become reality, and it was all their faults.
Her name was Charlie... And she was your best friend....
