"Who says fights only happen in relationships? We saw them in friendship too."
People say that if a friendship is going well, it attracts the evil eye. But in my opinion, there’s no such thing as an evil eye—why? Because when someone stands by you with their whole heart, even the strongest negativity bounces back.
Somewhere, I feel that school friendships are better than those in college. In school, your friends are your childhood companions. You know everything about them, and they know everything about you. But as we grow up and enter college, those friendships start to fade. Misunderstandings increase. Maybe what you meant isn’t what the other person understood, or vice versa. It gets complicated.
And honestly, most friendships break not because of big fights, but because we stop communicating and start overthinking.
My 10th-grade life as a computer science student was beautiful—maybe too beautiful.
Because I didn’t know how things end. I didn’t know that by 11th grade, those happy moments would turn into mere memories… and even trauma. Maybe even my best friend didn’t see it coming.
There were just a couple of us in the whole class who truly talked to each other. Daisy was great at making friends, always joking, laughing in her own funny way. And yes, I was jealous. If you don’t feel a little jealous, are you even a best friend?
Daisy was a dark-skinned, short-haired, chubby girl, her hair brushing against her collarbone. Watching her smile always made me—Zora—happy. There was something majestic about her, a magnetic power that drew everyone in—whether it was someone else or someone like me: skinny, fairer, with long hair. And yet… she lit up the room in a way I never could.
Being around her made me feel fearless. I felt stronger, like she was walking beside me—not just as a friend, but like a gust of fierce wind pushing me forward, lifting me up.
She smiled fearlessly, never letting the world see her pain. And somehow… it was that very pain that became the enemy of our bond.
I wasn’t a lesbian—but I could have done anything for her. And I did.
I always worked on the issues I saw. But somewhere, maybe, I still lacked something.
I still remember our school terrace lunches when it was just the two of us. We even danced in the rain once or twice. We’d deliberately act silly in front of the school cameras, gossip about others, get punished together, and if she ever came early, she’d mark my attendance too because —if Daisy is here, Zora will definitely be here. Other kids were jealous of our friendship, and we loved it.
I was a little introverted, didn’t talk to others much, but over time, her circle grew. By the end of 10th, it wasn’t just the two of us. Three more girls had joined our group—Emily, Doyi, and Flora.
And I was happy. Happy because our circle grew, but more because she was happy. And even after this, Daisy didn’t change her priorities. I was still her best friend.
We all used to have lunch together and go out as a group. I truly felt like we were all connected by an unbreakable bond.
The only difference was that, for me, Belly had always come before Emily, Doyi, and Flora.
But then one day, a get-together was planned—and the shocking part?
I only found out about it after it was over.
Yes, a get-together. But I wasn’t in it.
Emily, Doyi, Flora, Daisy, and a few other people—mutual friends of Emily and Doyi—were all there.
And I found out about it through pictures they posted on social media.
When I asked Daisy about it (and maybe that should’ve been the moment I realized things had changed—but I didn’t, because Belly was still my priority), she said she wanted to meet her boyfriend Jonas, but her family wasn’t allowing it, so she went with the others instead.
I said, “But you could’ve told me too.”
She replied, “Yeah, I could’ve… but if you had said no, it would’ve broken my heart.”
And I thought to myself, I don’t even get involved in these things… but she should’ve at least asked me!
Still, things went back to how they were—because yes, I was hurt, but her happiness was still more important to me.
Then came our results—we all passed with good marks.
It was April when 11th grade began, but I chose not to attend school immediately. I wanted to focus on studying from home, so I decided to rejoin in July. And I did.
During that time, I disconnected from everyone—including Daisy—because I wanted to focus on my studies. I wanted to build a good career, a stable future, and for that, I had to distance myself from the outside world for a while.
But the truth is… I wasn’t just studying. I was fighting—with myself. On the days I couldn’t concentrate, I was battling panic attacks. I was alone, with no friends around—just me and my shadow.
And yet, even in that darkness… Daisy was still my priority.
Yes, we would check in occasionally, but maybe… maybe that’s where I made my mistake.
When I rejoined school in July, she greeted me the same way she always had. But something was different. I couldn’t figure it out. I thought maybe it was just excitement from seeing each other after so long.
But slowly, I realized—my best friend was drifting away.
Her priorities had changed… or at least, that’s what it felt like to me. From her side, everything seemed normal.
But when even a tiny doubt creeps in, it grows. We start noticing more, overthinking more, and giving even more importance to things slipping away from us.
So did I.
When she entered the class, she hugged Emily first. She fed Doyi from her own spoon. She offered her shoulder for Flora to rest her head. And me?
I was silently falling apart inside.
“I couldn’t bear to watch it, and yet I kept watching. My heart cried—without tears. Until one day, even the tears came… in front of her.”
I didn’t know how to cry, but I cried. For her. I told her everything—how important she was to me. And she listened. She agreed, comforted me. But it didn’t last. Her habits didn’t change.
So, I decided to let her go. But she wouldn’t let me.
She neither left me, nor gave me the space I needed. But how long could this go on?
I’m not saying it was all her fault. I accept mine too.
I isolated myself for studies for 2-3 months.
Maybe she needed me the most during that time.
Maybe… during that time, she started becoming someone else’s best friend.
Maybe someone poisoned her mind against me.
Maybe our unbreakable bond finally broke.
Maybe.... Maybe.... Maybe.....
But if I may say one thing in my defense: She moved on, and I never could.
Even today, when I miss her, I just hug the photo of the two of us.
When your heart breaks in friendship,
it makes no sound.
The wounds are deep,
but there’s no cure.
My friendship may have shattered, but somewhere—
on those school benches, in the books
we once studied together—
our names must still be written side by side.
And just like that, I walk away… from what once felt like an unbreakable friendship.
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