A second of your time.
It only took a moment.
His hand extended.
The world seemed to be holding their breaths as he looked at me.
Sincerity, honesty, hope.
"No."
The world shattered.
I never placed my hand in his. I rejected his offer of friendship.
And then...
And then something happened our sixth year.
He laid there, his so-called friends left him there to die. The dark mark marring his pale white skin, he laid there bloody and broken, but there was still fire in his eyes. The fire that wouldn't die no matter how much one tries to quench it. No matter how many tears obscured his silver orbs, it remained there, burning, smothering.
"You should know how to pick your friends." I offer him my hand extended, "I, for one, would never hurt you."
Firey ashes littered the floor and the stench of death lingering in the air. He looked at my hand for a moment.
A heartbeat.
I felt his cold hands closed over mine and I pulled him up, helping him as he staggered the first few steps, "We'll make it through." This is only one battle.
One battle that we had won.
No matter how much we had lost.
We still won.
It only takes a moment.
Not even a second of your time.
To realize that the one thing that you can't live without...
... is the one thing that you had hated all your life.
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A/N: Short, I know, but the idea wormed its way into my mind and this is the outcome. I may expand on it... but I doubt it.