"Do you trust me?", she heard her friend ask. She didn't even have to think, before nodding emphatically. "I always do."
This was no lie. In fact, her very first memory of the other woman, was her being led by the hand through the strange halls of her new school. She had trusted her even then. Even when there was no one else she trusted.
And now, about fifteen years later, that trust hadn't faded one bit, instead only growing stronger with each period of turmoil they went through. Together.
So of course her friend was the only one she trusted with guiding her into the realm of the dead, and back out again.
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Tiny Stories
Short StoryA collection of 100 word stories, based on two prompt list challenges. The first 100 stories will be based on general themes, the last 100 will be based on a list of 100 emotions. *COMPLETED*
