Gabby and Dite

I looked up at her, only to see the tears streaming down her face. My heart shattered for my friend. Her eyes, that I was so used to seeing filled with laughter, were now clouded over with pain. I was glad to see that there was no hate behind her pain. She knew what happened had had to have been done.

A few pieces of lose hair fell down, covering her eyes. She made no attempt to move the loose strand once it had fallen. Tentively I reached up, not sure if she wanted me near her. I pushed the hair softly behind her ear. She didn't pull away or shake me off, as I feared she would.

I caught her chin in my hand and pulled her up, forcing dull gray-blue to meet green. She saw the tears streaming down my face and knew I felt her pain. She smiled softly at me and I returned it, knowing that I had not lost my friend. We stared at each other for a few moments before I felt her cautiously grab my hand.

"I know that you did what you had to do. I want you to know that it doesn't matter to me. I helped kill them just as much as you did. Still," she struggled with every word, "It doesn't make it hurt any less. I feel so alone now."

"You're not alone. I promise you that. You'll always have my friendship…if you want it." The desperation I felt was apparent. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel alone.

She smiled as she had before the events of the past few days. It warmed my heart to see her happy again, if only for a few moments.

"Of course I do. I never really needed friends in my life. When I met you, everything changed. You have changed me so much. I don't deserve your friendship, but I will always do my best to make you proud."

"You do make me proud," I half whispered, "You've changed so much since I first met you. You're not the same person you were then."

She just threw her arms around me and started to cry. "Thank you. Thank you for being my friend. You're the only real one I've ever had."

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