“Blind faith” the only comprehensible thought echoing throughout my entire mind as I hesitantly read the latest script from my creator; for today, he has asked me to have a massive fight with my best friend. I walk mindlessly to school as I think “B-But why would my creator ask me to fight with the one I love!? Doesn’t my creator understand how much this friend means to me!?” Letting my body fall into autopilot, I remain in the passenger seat as I reluctantly march forward towards my destination; wondering if going through with this script truly is my best course of action.

A sudden realization hits me as I arrive at school… what if my friend is also following a script? I think “It would only make sense that he too is receiving the scripts from our creator. So, that would mean this is a fake fight… right?” as if to convince myself of the legitimacy of my theory. I can feel myself regaining some form of hope for the future of my relationship with my friend. I think “Then I will try to get this act over with as soon as possible.” as I enter the stage for our quarrel, our classroom.

Before I knew it, it had already begun; the argument I was dreading. What started as a simple jest slowly turned into belittling commentary of each other’s character; all of which, lead to the venomous words we spout at each other in the heat of the moment, this moment. As the cutting vernacular flies between us, my faith in my theory of this being a fake fight doesn’t begin to simply fade, but shatter entirely before my very eyes. All of this, leaving not a single doubt residing within my mind as I shout the last of my horrid lines at my best friend; I think with a single horrified thought “This fight… is real.”

Silence… in the face of such unspeakable words being carelessly flung at him, not just my friend, but the entirety of class remains speechless as they gaze at me with such shock. What happened next would burn itself into my memory… my best friend in the whole world, would turn away from me; walking out of the classroom as he says in a deeply shaken tone “If that’s how you really feel… Then I’m out of here.”

My arms go limp and my expression fills with dread as I realize the gravity of what I’ve done; I might have just lost the most important person in my life. I walk with shaking knees out of the classroom, gripping at my heart with heavy breath, not wanting to believe what had transpired. Tears form in my eyes as I watch the love of my life walk off into the distance without a second thought; the reality of it all hits me… hard.

That night, I stand in my room haphazardly digging  through the folders I created for my creator’s past scripts; my eyes clouded with tears as I pull out page after page. Until, I come across the very first script my creator gave to me. The day I met my best friend replays on loop in my mind, as if to calm my rage. I curl up into a ball on my bed, holding the script close to my heart as my melancholic tears flow over my soul. I think “My creator… I don’t know why you wanted me to fight with my dearly loved friend; you’ve done nothing but bring joy after joy into my life, up until today…”

I look at the page of script in my hands with a pleading expression as I think “After the fight, I wanted to apologize to my love with all my might. But you are my creator… my happiness for yours, right?”