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More Than Just Friends
We were together from the beginning until the bitter end.
When Margie lay on her death bed, Anna and I were right there beside her. I held Margie’s one hand while Anna held the other. There were no words to say — we knew this moment had been coming for a long time now — but Anna and I still looked at each other over the hospital bed while Margie’s breath came in soft wheezes.
“Never thought we’d make it this far, huh?” I whispered.
Anna shook her head, her eyes gleaming. “I wouldn’t trade any of this for the world,” she said. “You two are my girls — now and forever.”
The words meant more than any promise or vow over an altar.
I imagined Margie would have smiled if she hadn’t been on the brink.
Hours later, when her heartbeat flat-lined, we were still there — just waiting for the moment when we’d say goodbye to the woman we’d both loved.
Our story went back to decades earlier when we were roommates after college. I met Margie and Anna after they’d placed an ad online for a third girl to split the rent with them.
No one would have thought we would become more than just roommates — more than just friends.
