So it happened that almost everyday after school, the four of us would pass through our house and then proceed on to their house. Those were the best memories ever. They were so open in whatever they were saying. We trusted each other very much and i have to say, trust like that wasn't a thing you could find just anywhere. We told each other everything, like they do on those girl sleepover thingies. Things were moving on so fast and so perfect between the four of us, we helped each other in everything, even our grades went up. Now let me describe each on of the girls in detail.

She was the one who was free-spirited. Her character was like that of the girl skipping in the flower gardens in the movies, on a sunny afternoon. She liked to laugh very much and her laughter still rings in my head. She liked to take risks very much, she was always getting into little quarrels with people. In everything that she did, she had a special touch, kind of like a touch of gold, kind of like a signature that made her an icon. We were all about 16 at that time so we basically knew the LOVE game and i must say, she was a very competetive player, not easily beaten if you ask me. That's Rosy for you right there.

Now this is Lynette. She was the more quieter one. They were both very hard not to like especially when it was so difficult, if not impossible to hate them, but she had a special way of showing it. Hey eyes. My my my, she could easily get a person talking only by looking at him/her. She squeezed the guilt out of you, trust me, she did it constantly to me. Sometimes she didn't know that she was doing it but all the same, it's magic was the same. Her face was like an angel looking at you after you just had your confession to the priest. She had a very quiet voice, quite like her sister Rosy. She often had all these dilemmas all the time and if it was me, i would have cracked. Moving on.

I had just moved from my home country another one and i was very sad because i had left all my friends. It was one day, close to midnight when i decided to make my routine call to my friends and as my buddy answered, i could feel that something was very very wrong. He wasn't his usual jolly self. i thought that maybe he had broken up with his girlfriend or he had been grounded or something like that. After we talked for some minutes, he told me that Rosy had died( I prefer not to say how she died, it's too painful to type, sorry). I stopped talking and i asked him to repeat what he had said. I told him that he was jocking and that i was never going to fall for it, but he told me everything that had happened and how IT had happened. I told him i was going to call him back because i couldn't speak. I sat on my bed, my light was off and i opened the windows to see the moon rise and to let the fresh air in. It felt like someone had just cut me in half and burnt the other half. 17 at that time, i cried like a baby every time i thought of all the things we did together. My biggest worry then and up to now is how Lynette was taking it. She was very fragile and i knew such trauma would destroy her.