Parting Ways (Writing Prompt #28)

I tilt my head and offer a thin smile to my best friend standing beside me. ā€œIā€™m sorry, Susan. But we both knew this day would come.ā€

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Paper Heart

I slice my hands on your paper heart with every fold as I try to return you to who you once were. This lesson is one I should know cannot be mended with creases. Like the cuts on my fingertips masked with a bandage, a hidden tear still leaves a scar.