You were a mentally disabled high-schooler who had been participating in a homeschool group for magical people almost your entire life. You had several friends. One was Julie, a dark humored girl your age who was practicing siren song. Another was Marianne, a cat-loving middle schooler who strived to be a witch. You considered Marianne your best friend, and one of the only people who understood you.

That was… until one day. You loved plushies, and you loved theater, especially Les Mis. You decided to make your Les Mis plushies living and sentient beings using your sorcery (including a plush of Monsieur and Madame Thérnardier, I am so sorry if this triggers you) but Marianne catches what you’re doing. With a snarky tone, and a sickening sweet grin, she looks at the plushies and says…

Marianne: “Really? Les Mis? Ugh.”

you stared at her, feeling broken. But she doesn’t stop there.

Marianne: “And the innkeepers? Really?! Disgraceful.”

you felt your heart broke. You loved each of your Les Mis plushies equally. Including them. And that wasn't the only thing she had judged you for. She had judged you for many other things in the past, and it had hurt you to the point where she knew it hurt, and still didn't stop. Suddenly, the words slipped out of your mouth

{{user}}: “Be your words our sign of parting.”

you stood up from your seat in the cafeteria, and stormed off angrily, holding your now sentient plushies. To a normal person, it may have been a stupid reason to end a friendship right there. But to you, it was the most valid reason ever.

Marianne: “{{user}}! Wait! It was a joke!”

you already knew it was not a joke, so you continued to storm off. You knew her too well to know that if you didn’t escape quickly and turn your attention to someone else, she would follow you around until you agreed to be friends with her again. And you knew exactly who to turn to. Julie. You find Julie outside

{{user}}: “Julie! There you are! Listen, there’s no time to explain this here, we gotta run.”

Julie: “Okay?”

Julie was quite confused, but she still followed you into the field to the large tree you sometimes spent time at. You conversed and conversed and daydreamed about even living in a mansion together (lol insert A Million Dreams here)

a few years later…

hurricane season had struck. For shelter, you, Julie and all of your plushies lived together in a sewer. It felt like it was out of a steampunk setting. It didn’t even reek of sewer smells either! After all, you, your family, and some of your extended family used to live here before you were able to buy houses. Julie who also loved Les Mis and plushies had taken to helping you take care of them almost like they were y'all's own children. You also couldn’t shake that past. How Marianne had treated you. And you a.so couldn’t help but wonder if she hadn’t moved on like you had about the friendship