They didn't become best friends in one day.
It started slowly — a shared bench, shared notes, a shared walk to the canteen…
Then came shared secrets, shared laughter, and finally, shared silence without awkwardness.
One was soft, calm, and emotionally mature -
the type who listens first and speaks later.
The other was bold, witty, protective —
the type who stands up for her before she even asks.
With them, she didn't have to pretend to be strong all the time.
She didn't need to hide her past, but she also didn't need to narrate it.
They didn't pressure her to open up — they waited, and eventually, she did.
Not with tears, but with trust.
For the first time after so long, she felt… chosen
not used
not abandoned
not replaced.