No Friends, No Enemies, Just People Chapter 1

I went out from the room. Leaving all my friends behind. I was standing not far from the door and made sure no one realize my trace.

Waiting, so long. I was nervous. I could get heart attack if it took more much time. But she was there!

She opened the door room. Leaving the same room that I was. And she was standing for a while. Confused. Looking for someone.

I knew she was looking for me. I was just standing, smiled at her across the street. I did nothing, because I was freezing.

She was gorgeous. She wore red dress, slightly not match on that night but I knew she made awe all of the people. Black high-heels covered her feet, with white pants came along her legs. She was like an untouchable-executive women, but feminine still was what she look like.

On that time, she noticed me. Oh God! Help me! She was coming, walked straight on me. Doves was flying behind her with white light ray followed. Oh sorry, just my imagination.

I just could breathe when she was standing right in front of me. Then we walked along. No much words. A lot of silent. But I knew there were not enough words in this world to tell our story on that night.

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No winter could get me sick. All season became spring. All flowers were blossom. There were stars in every night although it was cloudy.

I felt a power that could change everything. Changed  bad things to be good, and changed good things better. No one could explain. Not logical but the power was true.

One day, I met my friends. At our old-style school. This mid-ancient European building was the witness of our vandalism. Those dirty slash on the table was our master piece work of art. And that hole on the wall was my fault when I got my head over it. Indeed, it was hurt.

So interesting when you met all of your best friends. Wasted years together at school. Did stupid things, laughed all the time, pretended life was so easy, so fun.

I introduced her to one of my friend. One of my best friend. He was very kind, a lot of people liked him, especially children. I didn't know why he could always take attention of kids. I was sure if you had little sister or little brother, they would be like him very much.

No things weird. They just talked. Not an interesting talked. But somehow they talked just like an old friends. Just like...I didn't know what to say.

Several days later, she began walk away from me. I knew what she did with him. And I knew she was sorry to me, but she didn't say it. He obviously treated her better.

He just needed one week to get her, while I needed one month to ask her go out. She left me. They were not a couple, but it was clear to see they were very close.

I couldn't do anything to get her back. She was so high. I was like a fan who starred at a pop star from TV. For me, on that night when she wore red dress and walked along with me, was one of a thousand dreams comes true.

I was fragile. But, I was sure they would not be so long together. And I was right.

I was not mad, or angry. Because as I said, she was just too high for me. Of course it was so heartbreak, but I could let it go. And all I was thinking just one thing. Not about her, but about my best friend. How could he do this to me?

Three years together didn't mean anything. Our friendship, our tears, our laugh, was rubbish. Our endless story, our dreams, our promises, was fucking damn fake.

How could he do this to me? One of my trusted person ever, so easy to betray me, stabbed my back with knife, took my heart and ripped to pieces.

Who was friend? What was it? And how could I trust it again?

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