Friendship or Love

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This is only a short story.


They've been friends for quite a long time.

Bea would always sing songs to Jhake while in return Jhake would compose dozens of poems. 

Every single word is infused with unfathomable passion and as every ink spills, so does yearning and love.

 Hers is the sweet voice that awakens the boy from deep slumber and the one, a soothing lullaby that cradles him to bed.

There is no storm to intense for them to endure, no mountain too high for them to reach and no problem too big for them to overcome.

Their hands were held and their fingers locked as they walked through life.

 They became the light to each other's path, the strength for every weakness and the smile for every tear.

There love was far more sweeter than the sweetest honey, higher than the limitless heavens and deeper than the deepest ocean.

The finest words could never portray the strong friendship that encloses them.

One day

Jhake: "would there be a chance that you fall in love with me?"

Bea: "of course"

The sweet exchange of words continued as new chapters of their lives began unfolding.It was the time to flip the coin and take a glimpse on the other side.

A once pleasant friendship became a passionate romance. They were so engrossed into each other, engulfed by the warmth of the love they shared.

They were immersed in the depths of each other's heart, so in love that they could write books about their love.

As their eyes meet, seconds turned hours and as his lips press against the girl's the universe paused to witness such immeasurable love.

They broke up. Knife-life words spitting out from the boy's mouth piercing and wrecking the girl's heart apart.

She was emotionally battered. In fact, both of them were for none of them thought this would have happened.

None of them desired to put an end to their grandiose story.The sun hid behind the shadows of the clouds as lightning flashed across the sky.

A few moments have passed and the heavens began pouring out its tears. The bright picture was filled with shades of agony.

They embraced for the very last time whispering cold and unbearable words of goodbye.

A couple of sunsets have passed yet the boy's heart remained wounded. He found himself trapped in a cage of regrets.

His heart grew weak every passing moment longing for the girl's caress.He lost more than just a lover but a best friend.

The roots that were once deep were easily plucked out. For two years the boy cried over his bestfriend.

Tears kept rolling down his cheeks as he stab himself with letters the girl once wrote for him.

The poems that were once overflowing with inexpressive joy, poems that were filled with a vast array of colors are now dull and dead.