A/N: I need an outlet.

"Maybe I'm overthinking things. After all, most of the friendships I've had only lasted for one or two years, except for the really good ones," I say, trying to make her understand. But she doesn't get it.

"But this one will last forever. Don't worry!" Her laugh reeks of cinis et fumus. The leftovers of what once was a burning fire, back when we were young and happy. Of course I pretend to forget the issue.

Until she promptly is called over by a group of randomers I don't even know. But I do know that I am left in the shadows again.