The Edge

She slammed her bedroom door and was screaming at me through it. I was calm, I was breathing, I was sad. It’s always clear to me what’s happening. It’s not always clear to me what to do about it.

I had noticed she took our friendship contract off the wall. I assume she broke it, or burned it, or was going to. She was ritualistic in that anything that she could destroy, she would.

In my own ritual, I had suggested we handwrite our friendship into an agreement. Prophesying years ahead. It read that no matter what circumstance we found ourselves in, we would always honor the best of each other, listen, and love.

We were giggling a lot that day.