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❄ h istory ;;
"But, Noelle, you don't need them," a soft voice comforted, and
a brown paw rested on the back of a sobbing grey dragon
whose face was buried in her pillow. The two were in a
grand bedroom, a large balcony looking out over the
shoreline in front of them. The young dragons were
sitting side by side on a large, luxurious bed, the blankets
royal shades of blue, darker shades of the light azure hue.
The carpets were plush and a creamy beige color, the male
bean's feet resting lightly on the strands of fabric, although
his child-sized legs barely reached.
"But, they called me spoiled. A brat. Nothing but a filthy
rich jerk I am," she whimpered, lifting her head to show
her light blue, almost white eyes, forever clouded with
hints of blindness that only let her see bits and pieces of
the world. She was just a young teenager then, but already
an outcast from the normal children. It seemed the only
friend she would ever obtain was the handsome young
dragon sitting beside her now, protecting her from the
dangers presented by being in such a wealthy family. It
struck a sense of envy in most other dragon's hearts,
and it was one that would continue to condemn Noelle
for the rest of her childhood days.
"But, you and I both know that you're the opposite of
that," he countered, hugging his friend closer. "You
can't let them get to you like that". Noelle gave out a
long sigh, then gently placed her pillow back into its
rightful place at the head of the bed. She slowly stood,
wiping her eyes, then blinked away the rest of her tears.
"Thanks Aigu. I can always count on you to be my
best friend,"
. . . . .
Joyous laughter came from above to the dragon's below
the Ansell mansion, specifically from a familiar balcony
with white wicker chairs. The sun was just beginning to
set, and two friends filled the seats, watching the fiery
ball sink just below the horizon line. The waves lapped
gently at the sandy bay, coming in from the ocean that
stretched for countless miles, then eventually ceased at
the tall silhouettes in the distance. As the sky changed its
hues from yellow, then orange, and finally darkening
blues, the pair stopped their horsing around to marvel
at the night's first revealing of the full moon. Neither
were anything over eighteen years old at the time,
though surprisingly they shared no romantic interest
in one another whatsoever. The only thing the
handsome, tall brown jelly-bean dragon and the pretty
grey female shared was a strong bond of friendship;
the kind that could only be obtained through a lifetime
of troubles, good times, and memories. Noelle turned
her head to look over at Aigu, her beloved childhood
friend then let her face twist into a brooding half
smile.
"Best friends?" she whispered, not wanting to disrupt
the peace and quiet.
Aigu turned his head slowly. "Best Friends," he
agreed, dipping his head in a nod before slipping
his hand in Noelle's.
. . . . .
Tears dropped slowly on the floor as a jbd dressed
in all black stepped up to a glossed black coffin.
Inside with his eyes closed was the remains of a
soul she would never forget, nor get back. The
brown jbd was dressed in the clothes he was killed
in; a navy uniform, although it hadn't had the
blood stain or the gash in it where Aigu had been
shot. She sniffled, but had to wipe at her eyes
not only for her own good, but for her old friend's
well being also, up above that is. Even though
her vision allowed her only a blurry image of him,
she reached outward, holding a picture frame in
one hand with a note taped on the back.The frame
held a three pictures; one of the two as children,
one as teenagers, and the last one was of them
as young adults, only a few days before Aigu
passed. The note however held a greater meaning.
She scribbled it out when she got the news of his
passing. In a messy cursive scrawl it was written,
the words that held the friends together for so
long; the words that described them so well.
"Best Friends". Noelle tucked them under his left
paw, then briskly left the funeral home, breaking
into a run from the courtyard to her house.
She shut the door gently behind her, then
collapsed on her bed, the same royal blue sheets
underneath of her as she cried into the same
pillow she had all of those years ago. She buried
her face into the cloth and cried, almost waiting
for the large brown hand to wrap around her
shoulder as the one that had long ago had done.
And for a moment she almost did feel it, but
when she looked over, it was just her, no one
else, not even a maid coming to clean her room.
And Noelle was alone once again, trapped in her
own world.
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