It was dark and cold, almost midnight. Two girls about twenty were walking the path in were looking on their feats at the ground, just moving step by step.
They knew each other very well, they used to live together, they used to be very close friends, maybe even the best; but times've changed, they've changed, they've grown up. After everything what have happened to them, after everything they've gone throw. They were just keeping silent , not even looking at each other.
Suddenly the shorter one stopped and after very deep thinking, little intimidated said:
"Why did you come back?"- the other one stopped and answered- "And why did you?"
They were just looking at each other with a little fear in their eyes
"I thought it is obvious"- the first one said- "I didn't have a choice"- she said almost whispered
"No, you actually did have a choice"
"Yes, between waiting to world's end and come here and save it"
"But at least you had one"- the other one said with her head down- "You could act like you didn't care about it"
"Why are you doing this?"
"What?"
"Talking with me, looking for the answer when you good know one"
"Mara… I'm sorry"
"It's not your fault"- Mara said and started to walking again, leaving the other one behind
"But I feel responsible for everything what happened"
"I said it's not your fault!"- Mara shouted this time
"Mara!"
"Patri-" – something interrupted her and they looked at each other
"It started"- Patricia said
And now what brought us to this moment...