Author's Note: This is a companion piece to my story Everything. I was inspired to write it from another point of view. Hope you enjoy
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters
For some reason people seem to think that every part of my life is their business. I saved the world so every move I make is of interest to everybody. The most common question is what she means to me. The thing is that there's no way for anyone to understand the answer. She's my best friend and she's more. In the ten years I've known her she's always been there for me. She's the calm after my storm and the reason I'm here. Her brains and wits and support have kept me alive.
There have been, and still are, times when I remember everything and I lose it. I let the pain overtake me and she's always there with me. There are times when I scream and rage and even then she stays. She's cool and rational and accepting, and when I come back down she's always accepting.
I know I've hurt her, but I've never meant to. No matter how I upset her she always forgives me, and that means more than anything. She can be frustrating and aggravating, especially when she gets up on her academic high horse, but its part of who she is. She annoys me sometimes, but I've held her and I've laughed with her, and in the end that's all that matters.
So really she's more than just my best friend. Maybe the next person who sticks their nose into my life to ask the always vital question will get the real answer. She's the world.