Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there were two girls at the age of eleven who had decided that they loved each other more than life itself. Not in a romantic way. Romance is hard. But being a good friend isn’t. Because you never have to question anything that you do. You just be there for your other half as much as you possibly can. Until the very end.
These two little girls knew that one could not live without the other. It wasn’t even a question really. So on a sunny day, in late June, four very long years ago, the girls were picnicking with a very happy mother named Sharon Summers, in celebration of their elementary graduation. Sharon had gotten up to go to use the restroom, and the girls had decided that if one of them ever wanted to end their life, then they would call the other before doing so, and if the other was unable to convince the suicidal friend to keep living her life here on earth, then they would both end their lives. Together.
So on a cool day in early December, that day came, and the two of them did something that didn’t make them sad. How could it? Because remaining to breathe here on earth without the other by their side was just unthinkable. Impossible. Wrong, maybe? And if there was something that both of them agreed on more than anything, it was that life was only precious is there was another girl to live happily ever after with.
Just a girl...