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They’d been drifting apart without a reason, without a motive. Little by little they stopped hanging out outside of school, then rarely talked when it was at school, and then each became closer with other classmates so there was no interaction outside of frivolous cordialities when they had no option but to look at each other. Sometimes Kenny lied awake late at night, mindlessly staring up at the dark ceiling as he wondered how deep conversations about the meaning of life or about their town’s idiosyncrasy, how inner jokes and mischievous smiles with loud, rowdy laughter turned into casual nods and forced hellos.
Maybe he’d read too much into Kyle’s words and expressions, too much into his friendly touches and the endless hours they’d spent together. Maybe they were never friends at all, and it was all a façade until each found better people to be around. Maybe there were too many maybes, and Kenny was wasting his own mind in bittersweet nothings.
If only he could stop thinking about it…
If only he could stop overthinking at all.