They shared everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. Chapstick, clothes, jewelry, memories, things like that. But also food, the bottle, blades and pills. They shared the same mental instability, the same trauma and every single thought they had.
People said their friendship was toxic because they shared many bad things, but what they didn’t understood was that by sharing bad things they each only had half of the poison.
They understood that they won’t be able to stop anyways so it was better to each just take half of what destroyed them both. And while they knew what people thought, they knew the truth.
The truth that without each other they would be dead a long time ago.
They also shared a promise. A promise that if they make it to a specific age they would get help. And they tried everything to get the other one to that age.
They shared sleepless nights and hard days but they somehow made it. Until one day he couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t take it anymore and suddenly, she was alone.
He was so damn close to the promised age. But he’s gone now, and she’s alone. For the first time in forever she’s alone with no one to share anything. So she got to handle everything on her own.
But she survived. She endured many more awful things that she wished she could share and sometimes she looks up to the sky and tells him all about it but he can’t answer anymore.
Now soon she will become the promised age. She will have to get help on her own. She will have to live on.
But it’s hard. It’s so damn hard. And she just wants to see him again. She often thinks about also go before reaching their promised age. But she also wants to live to see and do all the things he couldn’t. To see and do everything for him, in his memory.
And she knows that’s what he would have wanted. He always wanted to see her happy.
But it’s hard to be happy when a half of you is dead…
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