[ There's that word, isn't it, friend. The one thing sometimes offered more freely that she deserves to be given, after what she's done to many of those 'friends' and the thing she cared about more than anything. The moment after betraying them that when she reached out to speak to them, there was just empty crackling silence or a vile spew of language at her that she more than deserved, she knew.
But more than a kiss on a cheek, or teasing, it makes her heart beat wildly in her chest, so loud and clear and bright. The one thing she wanted, so much, the one thing that made dying worth it, - being with them. ]
I'd like that, a lot, if you want to be my friend.
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But more than a kiss on a cheek, or teasing, it makes her heart beat wildly in her chest, so loud and clear and bright. The one thing she wanted, so much, the one thing that made dying worth it, - being with them. ]
I'd like that, a lot, if you want to be my friend.