"...sometimes, these short friendships are totally the best." Jessica raised an eyebrow. "They are?" Constanza slid the shirts back onto hangers thoughfully, one by one. "Sure! Didn't you ever have a best friend at summer camp or something? You make frieds quick, and you know you're only together until the end of summer, so it's super intense?" Jessica nodded. "Yeah, I guess I know what you mean." Constanza reached over to brush a lock of Jessica's hair out of her face. "But those are always the people you remember for the rest of your life. At least I do. Even though I usually forget to write to them or whatever." Jessica swallowed, a lump rising in her throat. She couldn't believe that tears had sneaked up on her and knew she'd feel like a total dork if she cried. She tried to focus her mind on Jonathan's words: Constanza was one of the lucky ones. She wouldn't be here for Bixby's big Halloween surprise. Constanza sighed. "Maybe it's because when friendships end like this, instead of growing apart, you get ripped apart. So you never get to the phase where you don't like each other anymore." (Scott Westerfeld, 'Midnighters, vol. 3, Blue Noon')
How true.
How true.
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