"Then what happens?"
"Everything dies." They sat with their hearts open, best friends with a passion for life that was fading almost as fast as they were growing up. Harshly realistic and all the while constantly dreaming. They held hands through the "i-hate-yous" and no matter the fleeting thoughts of second degree murder, they were embedded in eachothers skulls for all of eternity. Two peices to a puzzle with an unbreakable (though disfunctional) bond. They got high on whatever and were always there for eachother on the way back down. They all too frequently let it all go, one touching any one with the right kind of smile, the other constantly looking for her soul mate. They were polar opposites and they stuck together so forcibly, you could almost see the 100 foot magnet. They ran on the beach and looked for rocks. They documented their lives in photo booths. They were jealous, they were sisters, they were crazy, they were lovers. They were constantly looking for that peak of happniess they hit so many years ago. They were the poster children for friendship and nothing could ruin that. Nothing but time, and they wouldn't go down without a fight.