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Faye loved Amalia and Amalia loved Faye.
They always spent recess together in school, helped each other with homework, had sleepovers once a month, and would give each other presents for every birthday.
But before they met, Faye was the one who saw Amalia first—her pretty black hair and purple eyes, her toothy little grin with that adorable gap between her teeth, the stupid Uranus jokes kids that age made, and her beautiful golden hair clip in the shape of a rose.
Faye, the shy little girl she was, could only catch glimpses of Amalia and listen in on her conversations.
Faye longed to be friends with Amalia - to have that sweet gaze focused on her, to be the one to receive her hugs, to have that little toothy grin directed her way.
Faye got that when Amalia caught her staring one day and confronted her.
“Why are you staring at me?!”
“I'm sorry... I just really like your hair. You're pretty, Amalia,” Faye mumbled under her breath.
Amalia was stunned for a second before her face lit up. “Thank you! Mama says I'm the prettiest girl she's ever seen! You're pretty too, Faye. Just not as pretty as me.”
Faye nodded quickly in agreement even though the insult stung. “Can we please be friends?”
“Of course!”
•••
Faye stared down at the golden hair clip in her hands. The same hands that used to be so small and could easily grasp Amalia's own when they walked to the park together.
Now all those hands do is burn. Destroy. Hurt.
If only she could have Amalia back. Her sweet, confident, and kinda rude Amalia.
•••
“Faye, come on!” Amalia giggled and ran up to grab Faye's hand. “Mama's letting me have a sleepover this Friday!”
Faye's mood immediately grew as tall and bright as a sunflower, following Amalia like the girl was her own personal sun.
•••
Faye dropped onto her empty bed with a huff and glanced around her lonely room. No Amalia in sight. As expected. They're too old for sleepovers, is what Amalia told her...
•••
Amalia sobbed into Faye's arms. “Mama and papa are getting a divorce!”
Faye held her friend tight with one arm and used the other to wipe Amalia's tears. She didn't know what to say so she stayed silent, simply letting Amalia cry into her shoulder.
Faye wondered if now Amalia cried alone. Or did she find someone new to wipe her tears, too?”
•••
It was common knowledge amongst Amalia's friends that she was an only child and often had to spend summer breaks playing ball by herself. But Faye didn't like the idea of Amalia being alone so she visited the latter once a week for the entire summer.
Faye wonders who Amalia hangs out with now during break. She wonders if her ex-friend longs for Faye as much as the former longs to hear her sweet voice and feel her loving hugs again.