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[[ cow: #583 ]xx--->xx[ username: dysania. ]xx[ name: Florence ]]
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When it happened the first time, neither had been prepared to say goodbye. How do you say goodbye to your best friend,
who's been there for every part of your life? The one who's been your shoulder to cling to in the dark. Who sings dumb
infomercials like they're Broadway musicals and cheers you up even when she's gotten beat up herself.
How do you just... leave?
For you, there hadn't been an option. Not at the time. You were both in high school, seniors at that, ready to go and
leave your mark on the world. But that world had been divided when she told you "I'm not going to college." And all
your carefully made plans, the ones where you'd both go out and see everything the world had to offer, just vanished.
Like smoke and mirrors.
Like nothing.
You'd recall being angry. Hurt even.
You were best friends!
What did she mean she wasn't going?!
You tried to understand, tried to plead and beg because now that she wasn't going, you weren't so certain you were
ready at all. And when the day came for you to go...you tried to be brave. She took you to the airport with your
family and there were tears. You held on tight to each other, best friends forever. Right?
Right.
It wasn't an easy adjustment. In fact, you downright hated your first year alone and could only find solace in the
phone calls you both had weekly. It wasn't the same, but it was better than nothing. And as time went on it went
to be the only stable thing you had. Talking to each other was comforting. You knew how much she missed you,
could hear it in her voice as she told you about her day. Not going to college has its own set of rules and you feel
bad at the selfish part of you that wants to hear about it. That's still angry about being apart. But the rest of you
misses your best friend so much more. When you tell her about your exams and the fears you have, the ones that
make sleeping seem worthless and the 10 page paper in your hands is nearly crumpled in stress, she evens your
breathing with stories and memories you both have bottled up and it soothes that tight breaking feeling inside
your stomach.
In the end, you both compromised because, as she said, you were best friends. And Best Friends Forever at that.
Even when you live such strange and different lives. It's a haphazard plan, anything could go wrong, but you both
agree to it anyway, like when you were children. You picked a place first. Anywhere she'd said. New Orleans, you'd
breathed into the receiver of a red plastic phone in a phone booth, smoothing out the edges of your black dress.
The night had been high and there was crackling before a chuckle came through the phone. "For Mardi Gras?"
"Yeah."
"Heh okay."
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