It took 10 months before we saw each other again. We had tried before, people pushed us. This time I was invited to a party and, it happened. I was completely terrified. Would we yell. Would we cry. Would we fight. Nothing happened how either of us imagined. We saw each other stood there for a second till we were told to hug. It was not like any other hug. It was a weight lifted from my shoulders. Relieving and healing. Knowing I could move on. While it put something back together it tore me apart. A reminder of the hatred, the differences, and of course the hurt. How we both moved on completely. Minus the anchor that was still biting at our ankles. What kept coming to me was how much harder it was for me, How little she got hurt. How it kept me fighting a darkness for months. 10 months. It was forever, yet almost no time at all. 10 months.