A Friend, a Lover, a Foe.

The Friend - Chapter 1

She sat in the garden, perched on a bench while observing little children and middle aged women who tried running. But something caught her eye.

She saw a boy standing in the distance.

Handsome, thin, and muscular were not his companions. His jawline was not sharper than glass nor was he the stereotypical tall boy. His looks did not matter at all.

She knew him for some time.

They began to talk and he became a friend for her. Not a good friend. Not a distant friend, but just a friend.

She could talk and confide in him.

The friendship was a warm blanket. But the holes in the blanket allowed the coldness of other people to occasionally creep in.

He meant the world to her with the little things he would say or with his adorable laugh. Though they hardly spoke, she survived.

Their friendship mirrored a car crash where survivors moved on yet she was dead. It was a diagnosis where she was prescribed humour in all her dismay, and glitter in the darkness of her world.

They conversed sometimes. Both were arrogant, both were clever. Yet they were blind to what lied in front of their eyes; each other.

Just as parallel lines are always close, they too were not together.

They were friends. She did love him but she didn't completely realize it.

At least not at that time.