Letters from the Other Side


The edges that had once defined a star so bright that she closed her eyes now cut her with their strength of character. Wounds that were left untreated grew greater until the poison and hurt were too much to begin to bear. She forced her pained eyes to open and to gaze at this star that had now become her enemy. A cool gaze met in reply that could watch for days but never understand the sight. The twins in black converse shoes and blonde ponytails that bobbed as they giggled at jokes made secret by the depth of their experiences. Could it ever be again? How does one break up with a best-friend?