Morgan Darhk
I'm outside your house.
Addie thought today would be yet another Friday morning at home for her. Her friends had invited her out for a simple cup of coffee and a chat, but for some reason, she felt inclined to stay at home.
Back then, she'd usually find herself in a bar, drinking until she forgot all about having to come home to her mother's. She'd drink and drink until she could no longer feel the stabbing pain in her heart at the loss of her brother's best friend and her best friend (though not as literal) — until she could no longer recall why she even found herself in a bar in the first place, until she could no longer recognize painfully familiar faces.
She never in a million years would've thought that today, the 22nd of November, just after she's helped put up the tree in the lounge, would be the day her estranged best friend would come back to her life.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
Addie couldn't help but cry and scream and laugh all at the same time when she saw the perky honey-blonde-haired, brown-eyed girl that always seemed to be devoid of life standing in her driveway.
If Morgan was being honest, she fully expected Addie to come running and jumping into her open arms into a warm and long embrace — like they did in movies. After all, Addie's always been rather affectionate, to put it lightly.
That's why she was more than surprised to find herself lying on the cold, hard ground. Addie had darted across her front yard, almost in a sprint, to tackle her.
Lying on her back on the sidewalk's cold pavement, with her old best friend straddling her, an unfathomable look on her face, Morgan saw that the latter was crying, but there were also smile lines evident all over her aged face.
Addie's signature wavy ash-brown hair has been cut short sometime during the years they've lost, and they were curling at the edges. The brown wasn't nearly as vibrant as it used to be, either. Warning signs of crow's feet showed at the corner of her eyes, and there were subtle (so subtle that if you didn't know her high school self, you would've missed it) wrinkles on her pale face — wrinkles that told stories of love, stories of change and hurt. Her eyes seemed to lack their usual sparkle, too.
Still, in more ways than one, the girl still looked as fabulous as ever — something she couldn't help but notice with the girl sitting atop her, staring down at her intensely. If anything, the years had been kind to Addie; all they've done is allow passersby to see her growing maturity — sort of.
"You," Addie yelled as fat tears rolled down her rosy cheeks and fell onto Morgan's blouse, "are the bane of my existence!" She grabbed the latter's collar and vigorously shook the girl until she found herself crying, too.
"Do you — have any idea — what you — put us — through?" she shrieked between sobs.
Morgan slowly sat up, gently pushing her hysterical best friend off her until she was sitting with her legs folded underneath her on the pavement. Morgan, with her legs sprawled out helplessly, wiped the quick tears and sniffled.
"I — I'm sorry, Addie," Morgan wept, finding it hard to form words, much less say them out loud. "I was young and dumb — didn't know what to do — stupid — very stupid —"
Thankfully, Addie spared Morgan the pain and difficulty of having to explain herself. Without warning, the former's arms quickly encircled the latter's waist and proceeded to cry into her shoulder.
"I should be mad," she began slowly. "I should be beating the crap out of you, and — and you should be begging for my forgiveness... but I'm not... mostly because I've waited so, so long for this moment, and I'd already thought it'd never come... that I just —"
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