An inevitable cross between two ambitious girls.
Someone once wrote that when one person regards another "comfortable to be with" it means that he or she somehow can find in the comfortable person an inferiority in some aspect. Well, it's a very one-sided and cold-hearted way to define "comfort." But in a way, it's very much true. A milder way of explaining would be that a "comfortable" person has a skill in making the other comfortable, or at least, willing to do so, or has some different characteristics that make the person quite different, and in a way, fascinating.
In the relationship between these two girls, this never happened. They were too similar, wanting too similar things. They were two girls withsame goals, in pursuit of which, they felt obligated to push each other away down the cliff to stay balanced in a narrow path designed for only one person.
So they did.
They pushed each other, one at each time, but the one who fell down always maaged to climb up, come back on the road, whether it was the first one or the second one. Feeling so tired of doing all those things, but all the more anxious to muster up strength to push each other for the one last time, a road diverged in front of them. There were two roads, one that looked very mundane and spacious as to fit both of them and many others, and the other one marvelously decorated with golden layers, tempting eye-candies, and a new prospect of honor. One of them got on it without hesitation and started walking. The other girl, who was more attracted to the safe road beneath it, halted, thinking in the diverge.
"I like this road. But I look at her, my friend, and she's walking so safely walking on the superb road. why not me?"
After a few moments of hesitation, she turned around and started running on the red-carpeted road of honor to catch up with her friend. And on the way, she passed by another girl that she didn't recognize before, walking on the road. But when the old friends met, to their eyes, the only thing they could see was each other.
Charging their fists, and grinding their teeth, they started smacking each other for the one last time. They kicked, jumped, screamed, and punched with all their strengths. Tears were coming out of their eyes, but they just couldn't stop. It became the final moment where the road almost ended. By the time they could see the end, they started realizing that the road was getting narrower and narrower as to fint only one person. Feeling imminent, they both charged their girsts, and swooosh- went their fists in the air, at the same time. The fists hit each other's face, right in the cheeks hard - so hard as to sway both of them off the road.
They both fell on the grassed "safe" way that had so many divergences and swarming with people. These two girls, so pissed off, threw their gloves away on the ground, and never looked at each other again. At the same time, on the "high"-way, the once-unnoticed girl was reaching the end and being honored at last.
Time didn't let these two over-achievers linger on their past failures. From the moment they fell, they hastily started taking other roads, but carefully measuring them before they got on them, just as they had done before. They were quite apart from each other; they could stop thinking about each other. And also, they could stop caring about each other.
Nowadays, they meet in conjunctions from time to time, and even walk together for a while, as if nothing had happened. But they know so well that in each other's head, the blinding memories of all the time they spent together, all the fun, all the quarrels and bitching preside, and they both miss those moments. But, it's too late.
Every day, they wonder why they didn't realize the truth back then...
the truth that, despite the spite and bickering, when they were on the same paths, they could at least be together, and be there for each other.
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