“I don't know, your character looks... she looks cool, I don't know. Sort of androgynous,” Josh smiled, truly intending it as a compliment by his tone.
“I like short hair,” said Noah. “and I like elves.”
“Me too,” said Josh.
I could sense something on Joshua's mind. He could feel something inside himself, and I was able to sense it in his energy. Joshua felt he was leaving Noah behind, as they were aware of their looming separation. Josh wanted to cling to the friendship, and cling to Noah. However, I felt that he served his purpose. I felt the spark of love- Joshua was the sort of character that truly loved all his friends. He came from a loving, high vibrational family. Joshua was to go to a different Catholic school to further his education, and he felt he was being severed from his best friend. Whether this was reality or only in his developing hormonal brain-- that was how he felt.
“Hey, Poppy? Uh, no matter what happens-- I want you to know, I'll always be your best friend,” said Joshua, clumsily but earnestly. “Oh!” and Josh exclaimed, as so Noah could not respond to the awkwardness, “I have tonight's dungeon map,” he said, digging into his dirty little pocket to reveal a grid gaming map. He unfolded the small paper square slowly, just as Noah had with his drawing.
“What about the uh—the uh new map?” Noah asked. “I'll draw the map if you give me the place names,” he offered.
I watched the exchange. The energy became interesting. They were building something together, Joshua and Noah. It was a small, imaginary world. I could see it clearly in Noah's mind, complete with forests, mountains and cities. It was something I had watched them work on over a period of some. It was a small, safe place built on the foundations of their harmonious, vibrational energies. It was what kept their friendship strong and unbreakable. It was a imaginary world made out of love.
The interruption of their friendship was inevitable. I wanted to see what would become of this test. The friendship continued, and they were reunited again in the 10th grade. I watched as the map grew and grew, as if it were a shining guidebook leading Noah onward in the darkness of his depression.
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