Friends. How valued yet fragile. Back then, we never thought that a friendship could end just like that. And no, it wasn't a happy break. However much we promised it would not be, it happened due to money. Somewhat. The gall to accuse us of backstabbing her when we were the ones whom she could rely on the most. We were accepting of her, for who she is. But she chose the road of no return. The friendship was meant to be mutual, yet she does not regard us so. True enough, she has her other circles of friends. True enough, she has her cousins for support. But I can safely say that no one will ever sacrifice for her as much as we do, or go the lengths we were prepared to go. We treated her well, and she chose to forsake our friendship. We were the ones who understood her predicament, could comprehend her actions, and accept her erratic eccentric behaviour. Her bad habits, her incessant traits, we overlooked them. And yet, she did not reciprocate. I am speechless. I truly am.