Friends. She called them friends.

Of course, why wouldn’t she? Time has passed and I’m sure in all that time she’s found a way to absolve herself of her hatred. To see past it and reflect and accept that they weren’t on the opposite sides. That they could have — should have — been friends. I’m sure she’s mourned them and has come to a place where she can talk about them without the hurt coloring it. To consider them as having been. Friends.

It’s too bad it’s meaningless. An empty, useless word that can’t possibly have ever been or become a truth. Not in this universe, and certainly not in any other.

Friends. She called them friends. What a joke.