That night was a fateful one for both of them. A gruesome fight they had, an unprecedented happening in the four years of their friendship. It was definitely something unusual, inexperienced and unimaginable. They had spent such moments together which made it hard for them to accept what just happened. From having been inseparable parts of each others lives, they turned into unwanted parts of each others lives. Well, the transition was rather very quick and therefore more disastrous. While impatience was the hallmark of one, patience was of another. While immaturity was a dominant characteristic of one, maturity was of another. Different, yet together. This was what made their friendship special, what made them special. At times, they had laughed together in vibrations in their classes and at others, they had laughed together loud enough to make their classmates' auditory function disable. They had lived moments, unforgettable. They had shared things, unknown to the world outside. They had done everything what it takes to be "Best Friends". Or maybe not.
Those few hours, unfortunately, had the capability to crush down their love for each other. That night their lips uttered out the words their hearts never wanted to say. Their hands typed the messages they never wanted to. That night they hurt each other. And they hurt themselves more after a realization dawned upon them. Sitting at their houses miles apart, constantly envisaging each other's faces, they were sad. Sad in the most deepest form that the pain found its way out through the eyes. Their cheeks got moisturized. Eyes welled up. Lips were sealed. Hearts were overwhelmed. Both wanted to clear the created mess, but were unable to. "I am sorry"- they both said to themselves, but not to each other. I wish the patient one, the mature one had not let the gravity of the situation supersede the affection of their bond. I wish the impatient one, the immature one had not let her heartless mind conquer over her mindless heart. I wish, I had not let it win..