This is a story about the relationship of a certain pair of girls.
The first one was called Summer and the other was called Winter.
Summer was fiery and full of life, never failing to be able to brighten up anyone's day with her presence.
Winter was sweet and soft, drawing people to her with her smile, making it almost impossible for anyone to dislike her.
The day they met just so happened to be granted with a stroke of luck.
It started when a new year approached, year 2002. The teacher had decided to organize the students in pairs according to their interests. Summer was apprehensive about this. She didn't want to leave the friends she already made behind. And she most certainly did not want to be seated with a total stranger for the rest of the year!
With a sudden jerk out of her thoughts, her name was called out by the teacher. Summer took a weary glance towards the middle-aged woman who was motioning her to step forward and hesitantly obeyed. The teacher smiled broadly at her and pointed towards her designated seat at the far end of the room.
Slowly, Summer made her way to the back of the room, taking short glances over her shoulder, curious of who the teacher was going to pick for her to partner up with. She dropped her schoolbag onto one of the chairs and took her place. A small notebook was placed in front of her as she fished out her pencil from her bag and tapped her chin thoughtfully with it.
Summer was ambitious for her age. She knew what she loved most and what she wanted to do in the future. Poetry. She wanted to be a poet.
That was what she told the teacher when she was asked what she was interested in.
She wondered, what kind of person would be sitting next to her? Someone who liked writing as much as she did? Or someone who could care less?
"Hi." a girl suddenly walked up to her and smiled.
Summer looked up at her and she smiled even wider.
"Hi," the girl chirped again. "I'm Winter!"
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I woke up with a throbbing headache. A dream?
Or a flashback?
That was seven years ago. And who knew that would be the beginning of our friendship?
"It's like, if you see Summer, then you see Winter!" I can remember that childish quote that our classmates used to tease us with. Sometimes it was embarrassing. Yet, we somehow didn't mind.
Maybe it was because it was true. We stuck together where ever we went.
We were best friends forever, after all.
'Best friends for life.' she promised and we linked pinkies. And then we parted ways to leave for different schools. We would have gone to the same school, if not for the fact that the school my father wanted me to go to was too far from where she lived.
I sat up and placed a hand on my forehead, trying to stop the pain drumming in my brain. A piece of paper fell from my chest and a pencil rolled down onto my bed. Scribbled on the piece of paper was a poem. Not one of mine, but a poem I saw in a chain mail I got. For some reason, when I saw it, I felt that I just had to write it down.
I would say that it's because of my love of poetry. But really, it was because it reminded me of her.
So, even in my dreams I see her? The person I'm trying to run away from?
Mistake. This was definitely one of the most stupidest mistakes I've ever made.
And maybe, just maybe... it's better this way.
"Best friends for life, huh?" I muttered and let the piece of paper flutter to the floor.
I walked out of the room, the poem left untouched on the hard, cold, wooden ground.
