I looked at Brian. His grin faltered. He stood there, dripping wet, holding a melting popsicle he’d bought for her earlier—a peace offering that was now just sticky syrup running down his wrist. He looked from Ano’s head on my shoulder to the popsicle in his hand. He didn't say anything. He just sat down on the far edge of the dock, facing away from us, eating the ruined popsicle alone.
We weren't lovers. We were just kids. But betrayal doesn't wait for adulthood. It swims in the same creek water, sticky and sweet as melted popsicles.
And to my childhood friends, if you're reading this, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for the memories, the laughter, and the lessons learned. Even though our summers were marked by drama and heartache, I wouldn't trade them for the world.
Sometimes, "losing" a friend to adulthood is a natural, albeit painful, part of growing up.
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