It was the day I met her, the day that flipped my life completely. There she was, standing on the fence, waiting for me. I walked across the cobbles, and there she was, humming a tune. "Hi," she suddenly said. "Are you new?" I nodded my head. "I moved yesterday. I'm Emma." She hauled herself over the fence, and I got a better look at her. She was shorter than me (well, I'm taller than everyone) and she certainly didn't come from England. "I'm Wen." She replied, snapping my daydream. "Wanna play?" I had now made a new friend.
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RandomAre we really friends? Do we still love each other? Now that we've been separated, it's different. And we will never know.
