Friendship.

Some might say it's the bond cultivated over time with people who more or less have the same interests at heart. Some might say it's the feeling of between two or more people who share a bond that none other seems to match.

But to me, friendship means something different.

Friendship is keeping the company of each other without having to ask for it outright; it's the comforting silence between people whether they be in public or the comfort of their home, it's the acceptance and loving of each other's flaws from best to worse, it's the pinnacle of a deep connection between two people. It's the intertwining of two souls together which cannot be ended without the consent of both parties.

It's cruel, I know, but it's the way Selene made it to be.

It's worse for soulmates, though not as much of big deal in my opinion. But still, my heart goes out to those who have suffered a terrible rejection from their soulmate.

Rejections can be tiring, given into the fact that they drain your energy(which is weird cause it's not like they don't get to have a second chance mate or a third if need be, so why does it need to drain their energy?), not to sessions the depression you go into afterwards, and leave you moodier than ever and cry at the thought of your ex-mate or being reminded of them by a random coincidence of a person's actions. It can be quite inconvenient if you're in a position of power that people depend on like say the beta or the Alpha.

The heartbreak is quite devastating as it leaves both parties feeling dejected and not pike themselves, a hollow shell of happier times. Some often commit suicide hearse they can't take the pain.

When the two souls are torn apart and their bond is severed, there is no possibility that they may ever meet each other, or be as in perfect harmony as long before.

But luckily, your wolf is there for you and consoles you, just as you would do for them. If, hypothetically, that we're to happen to me I'm positive and grateful for the fact that we shall both be there for each other in our time of heartbreak. Although I'd be more worried about her than about me because she feels the mate more strongly than I do and I don't think could bear seeing a sister of mine suffering like that.

The family that I can't afford to, refuse to lose just like my two best friends.

Riley, Eberlyn and I have been best friends for a damn near a decade since I was 9.

We met due to some unfortunate circumstance but hit off after some initial reluctance to talk to one another in the first place, talking and laughing together as if we'd known each other our whole lives and we just knew we were meant to be besties, meant to be family, stuck with each other whether we liked it or not, bonded together for a lifetime.

The better halves of a whole that fit into the empty spaces like missing puzzle pieces.

They have never been anything less of what I saw as the most amazing perfect best friends. I mean, don't get me wrong, they have flaws and we fight a lot(not more than normal family though) but I accept them as they are, flaws and all and I love them.

This fight though could very much tear us apart and I was more afraid of that fact than I was aware of it. I shake my head, banishing the very thought of being ripped away from them just because of a mere fight.

I don't know what I'd do if I lost them over something as trivial as a normal fight, although this one didn't feel normal; this one felt....different, and could never talk to them about something that was bugging me and paying on my nerves or just something silly and random.

Nights spent at each other's whispering and giggling at funny jokes only one of us would understand within a heartbeat in our blanket fort in a sleepover as the dark blue sky turned and mellowed to black flickered through my eyes for a moment before the memories dispersed leaving a spasm of hurt to ripple throughout my form starting from my upper frame.

Years if friendship flash before my eyes and, as if to mock me, makes me feel every bit of emotion I felt with them through those years.

The hurt lurches in my sternum starts to bubble up in my gullet at the thought, of the possibility of losing the two most important people in my life, almost had me lurching from my seat and throwing up this morning's breakfast. It left a bitter taste in my mouth.

I barely have time to close my eyes as a lone tear silently seeps out and makes its way down my cheek in rebellion, pressing my lips into a thin firm line to suppress a whimper that threatens to escape from its enclosure. I open my eyes with a reluctant resignation and flicker my attention to the ceiling instead.

What if I lost them over this?

My free hand crosses over my mouth at the thought so that I don't scream as the horror sets in.

What if I could never get them back after this? I think, continuing to torture myself with each thought more alarming than the last as they raced through my mind as if in a bid to see what could terrify me more.

A broken whimper bursts out from my lips against my rough hand as the pain-both emotional and physical- writhes and thrashes about in me, struggling to find a way out into the open.

A softened thud draws me towards her, her pen skids across her notebook as my eyes thrust in her direction and casts a glance over at me, dark eyes shining with anxious concern.

She nibbles on her lower lip, chewing on the soft skin, as her gaze wander's back and forth between the teacher and me in what I think to be contemplation of her options and thoughts on what her plan of action should be.

She asks me, "Are you okay?" turning her to give me her full attention. She reaches a hand across the small space between us that divides our chairs from each other and places it on my uncovered knee, which brings me more instant warmth than it should as opposed to an uncomfortable feeling.

I want to nod my head so badly, bad enough that it hurts, to say yes, to not worry her more over me than she thinks she needs to.

But then she lifts her other hand to cup my head and levels her eyes mine, silently pleading with me to tell her nothing but the truth, fierce determination mixes with compassion colouring them in the bright streaks of sunlight shooting out from curtain covered window.

I break down then, overtaken with too many emotions, some describable, some not, rapid hot tears streaking across my face as they glide out, dropping onto my collarbones with a soft plop, cold and violent sensations fighting against my sensors. Small whimpers escape my lips every once in a while as I lean into her comfort.

"It'll be okay, I promise." She whispers to me, orifices filled with emotions, too many different ones that I don't even know how to name, filters through them like a slideshow.

She gets up, her warmth slipping right through my fingers, and strides to the teacher's desk as she owns it all the while ignoring the looks she's getting from curious other students.

She slaps her hand onto his desk which startles him into lowering his glasses to look up at her. Soon they start to speak to each other, quite amicably might I add, which is an odd occurrence after she just slapped his desk like that, after some reluctance felt on his part.

She points at me silently, although I can't tell because my vision is blurred from all the teardrops still spilling out at an alarming rate, after what seems to be a question asked. Her hand wobbles as it points in my direction.

His head turns in my direction, then reverts to hers passing a questioning look at her over his black-rimmed glasses. His head whips back in my direction again. Finally, he sighs in resignation and makes a sign with his hand which causes her to let out a series of minor squeals as she slings her arms around his neck like you would do a relative.

Curious, I watch their interaction closer but my timing is too late as she bounces her way to me with a skip in her step, face beaming in pride, euphoria-but worry still lingers in her gaze, wriggling and wiggling in the depth of the sea of emotions once they come to rest upon my frame. I frown, mind wondering what he could have said that would make her smile that much or that bright light in her eyes to come alive again.

Was it something he said?

I don't get to explore the thought or the jealousy that plagues my core. As its presence infects me like an unforgiving entity, it stills as soon as her hands come upon mine which, I won't lie, sends a shameless delicious shiver of delight up my spine. An inaudible gasp leaves my lips as the feeling lingers but soon dissipates into nothingness.

What was that?

That was.....weird but I don't think I hated it...?

She drags me up with her dainty hand. It's not too painful but still enough she's satisfied that I'm in safe hands. Too shocked by the sudden movement to do anything I let her lead me by multiple students seats and out of class straight into the once empty hallway.

I quirk a brow at her. "Where are you taking me?" A cheeky smile flutters across her light brown lips and she reaches across to boop my nose with her pointer finger. I blink.

"All will be revealed soon, young padawan." She answers mysteriously, tapping her nose with a delighted glint in her eyes. I laugh, even though my heart is still burdened with the heavyweight of heartbreak and my mind toils away distraught with worry, and nod my head in assent.

"Have you ever even watched Star Wars? I feel like you're just saying that phrase because you heard it from someone." I tease. She flushes but smiles in a good-natured way as she surrenders her up into the air.

"Guilty as charged I guess. But for some reason, it just never appealed to me. Still like fantasy movies though."

I brighten up considerably as multiple fantasy movie names filter through my head ranging from Equals, Wonder woman, Doctor strange and every single marvel movie that I've watched that I'm going to make her watch. She notices this and feigns a look of horror which only ends up making us both snort.

She leads me out of the area that the school presides over the landscape beautified with shrubs with all different types of flowers from hibiscuses to sunflowers and red and white roses, out into the large open space that surrounds the establishment.

The light of the sun bursts into my eyes, a hiss involuntary escaping through my lips and throw a hand over my eyes, shielding my peripheral vision from the overwhelming glare of the white arrows trying to pierce through my skin. The grass flattens underneath the trample of our feet as we stride on.

Pulling me along with a gentle tug, she occasionally swivels her head around to check if I’m still there, palpable concern dancing in her irises. I’m not so sure if it’s the way the sunlight hits her eyes from the angle her head stops at it if it’s a natural dark shade of her eyes, whatever it makes her eyes look….majestic.

Almost ethereal.

One beat.

Then two beats.

My heart quivers.

I look away.

I consider opening my mouth to distract myself and my thought from the growing confusion clouding my senses but eventually decide that it should remain as it is; shut and silent. Besides, that would make the silence awkward on my part and I don't want that. I've already given too much away. We push on.

It isn't till we near the locked gate that guards the premises that I start to get worried. The black and white colour theme clashes with the green flowers that lay in the neat space between the raised platform leading to the guardhouse and the immediate exit. At least the greens flatter our atrocious brown and grey uniforms.

I think they would go better with black regardless of whatever a fashion-crazed person says. The invisible swirls professionally sewed with anxious care into our skirts simple and collapse into each other with each swish and sway of our knees that they barely cover.

Where are we going? Where was she taking me? Was it someplace I knew?

Having sensed the growing worry etched on my facial features, although I don't see how she would have, she presses my hand in hers with a delicate caress. "I'm not taking you anywhere I'm not sure of okay?" She asks me lowering her brows into a downturned arch line in her forehead, inquiring of my acceptance to trust her words and her actions. I hesitate then nod.

"Okay, I trust you," I respond as I clutch her hand in equal measure of reassurance and as a sign that I mean the words that I say; verbal and non-verbal.

She says nothing back in response, doesn't even need to, the comfortable silence envelopes us as we walk together, both lost in our different thoughts.

Soon though we arrive at a well known graciously decorated establishment furnished with white plastic chairs that chose to announce its presence in whirring ice cream machines. People dressed in white overalls serve their currents customers which range from young to oldest.

Swivelling to face Daisy, I cross my arms atop my fleshy bosom as I lift the arched hairs above my eyelid as I lay my silent questioning sights upon her. She turns around with a shaky sweet sheepish smile glazing over her honeyed facial features. I gulp but set my shoulders atom my frame as I look her dead in the eye.

“Why on earth are we at an ice cream parlour?” I demand a little more sharply than I’d intended.