Like Nothing's Wrong

The next day was like any other.  People went on, living their lives.  Except me, of course.  Everything I thought I knew had been suddenly thrown into turmoil.  It seemed like the very foundation of my life was crumbling.  I still couldn't wrap my mind around it.  It was impossible to imagine.  Rachel had always been.  If she wasn't... I wasn't sure what I would do. 

Rachel is younger than I am; by a little more than a year.  She and Daisy were the best of friends.  Add those two plus Michelle, (another one of Daisy and Rachel's closest friends) and BOOM!  The Three Musketeers.  Or the Three Stooges as I prefered. 

Lately, however, Rachel and I had been growing closer.  She didn't act like she was fifteen.  She was wise and more mature beyond her years.  I cannot describe how much Rachel meant to me.  In times of spiritual hardships, she was there.  In times of hurting, she was there.  Rachel was my rock.  She had always been there.

I could tell Rachel was worrying as much -- if not more -- than I was.  I could see what this was doing to her.  Even though she laughed and acted normal, I could tell; she was acting.  This was going to destroy her.  I feared for her.

I feared what this possibility would do to us.

The End

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