Prologue
The Obsession
They had not accepted each other at first sight.
He thought she was intimidating, and possibly stuck-up.
She thought of him as a jerk that couldn't care less for anyone of lower status.
But after a particular incident (one that included troll boogers and abandoned bathrooms ), – whether they wanted it or not – a friendship was permanently sealed.
He watched her often.
She always looked so lost in her own thoughts. Her solemn brown eyes were always glazed over the book that rested upon her hands. Always studying.
He could not understand her obsession. Studying was for the night before exams. She didn't have to constantly refresh her memory.
But that was what she did. Nothing he did or say could change her mind.
This obsession was what pulled them apart.
One day, she had come up to him and told him this: "I'm leaving in the next couple of days. My application has been accepted." The voice that told him this was shaking too obviously for him to not notice. If he had been brave enough to push her hair back, he knew he'd see tears.
She was leaving their school for another. This would have been fine if she had told him earlier. But it had been kept a secret and he was too angry to care.
After that, they had not spoken for a long time. It was a silence the continued until their last argument.
It was that argument that had cemented what he felt. He told her of all the confusion, and the anger that came with it.
But what shall happen to this torn friendship? Will both sides choose to respect the distance? Will they stay in silence, and at the same time let the bonds that held them for so long crumble into dust?
Only one person has the answer, and he shall try his best to tell the story.