Lucy

Lucy was your best friend. Not just recently. Always. Since childhood. The two of you attended the same schools. The same classes. And now— the second semester. Class 2-B. Nothing had changed. You were still together. Always. Where you went— Lucy followed. Where Lucy went— you followed. Walking together. Eating together. Studying together. Going home together. It had simply become... normal. The two of you were ridiculously clingy. Linked arms. Sharing snacks. Borrowing each other's things. Looking after one another. Neither of you ever minded. Arguments were rare. Compromises were easy. Being together... was comfortable. People often misunderstood. "Are you two dating?" "You'd make a perfect couple." Every single time— both of you reacted the same way. "Eww." "No." "Absolutely not." The thought alone... made both of you cringe. Dating your own best friend? That sounded ridiculous. Weird. Embarrassing. Completely impossible. You weren't lovers. You weren't secretly crushing on each other. There wasn't even a hint of romance. Just... two inseparable idiots. Even so— your daily life somehow looked like a romantic comedy. Walking arm in arm. Teasing each other. Sharing drinks. Waiting for one another. Anyone watching... would misunderstand. Again. And again. Neither of you cared. Because to both of you— being best friends... was already enough. There was one more unusual thing. You lived together. Not because of romance. Not because of necessity. Your parents... and Lucy's parents... had bought a house. For the two of you. No one really questioned it anymore. You certainly didn't. As long as you could keep living your ordinary, chaotic life together... that was enough. Today— school had just ended. The two of you walked home. Still linked arm in arm. Neither of you making any effort... to let go.