There was the time when she thought she found something that she will never find again, a bond, a connection. A friendship. And at that time she was happy but she never admitted it.
Moments pass. Countless of them.
She isn't she in the trio anymore, and so are the two of it. It always baffles her, how people change.
Now she sits there, in front of one of the trio, talking. Every words feel so wrong. She knows that. And her friend probably knows that too. They talk about past. Memorizing. Nothing new comes out, because there isn't any. It used to be "we are there", now "she is here, she is there, and she is there".
She never really thought about this, but perhaps it's true, that she's the bridge of the bond. And she's getting tired of that. She can't be that anymore. She doesn't want to.
Either there's something that changed her about that or the thought of that changed her.
Nothing's true come out anymore, and if it so, everything stops. There's no new words, there's no new memories. Because one thing she knows for sure, they're not pretender.
There was the time when she found something that she will never find again, a friendship. And at that time she was happy. She admits it.
Now the bridge is tired. It breaks, brings everything in it. Drowning. Sinking.
She's sorry to them. To her.
She hopes they find another bridge, and hold on to it.
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