The worst thing about a broken friendship is the minute you find out that while you’ve hoped for redemption all along, it was never even at the back of their heads.
And as this friendship drifts of to the land of the lost, saving it becomes the closest thing to being equivocal.

The winds carry the ashes left after you’ve burnt it all down. We’re beyond repair.

I’ll remember you and smile. I let you go, my friend.

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