"Like the cold wind of an October storm..." - Robert

Trust: it is our most valuable and delicate form of currency. With Alex’s choice, I could feel we no longer had such a thing. Some would say our friendship had just ended; I say he is in debt to me. A debt of trust. 

Two months before Alex’s bankruptcy, he and I truly understood each other. From family nights out to sitting in Mayberry Field Park and watching drivers forget how to use their turning signals. We were the “Bestest of Buds,” as some would refer. I remember the night of August 16th as if it were yesterday. Alex, Morgan, Christian, and I were sitting in Amber’s garage, waiting on her to bring in the sodas. “So, Liam, when are you gonna make a move, bro?” Morgan teased. 

“Enough with that crap, Morgan,” I revolted. 

“I’m just saying, you two have been eye-to-eye for years. You should definitely try…” he was interrupted by Amber, who came stomping through the door. 

“I finally found them! Apparently, mom had put them in the pantry instead of the fridge, so I hope luke-warm, generic brand soda is okay,” Amber joked. She passed everybody one, and sat down. That was the last night we were all together before Alex pulled his stunt. 

It was the 27th of August. I turned the ignition off and stepped out of my car. Walking up to Amber’s front door, I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs like the cold wind of an October storm slamming against the glass. Step by step, it pounded harder and harder until…it stopped; I was at the door. I knocked on the door and was soon met the shocked face of Mrs. Darris. “Oh, first Alex and now you? Is there some kind of test coming up?” she asked. 

“Alex is here?” I asked her as her the burning flame of betrayal grew hotter and hotter. 

“Yes, he and Amber are upstairs. Is everything alright, you seem pale?” she worried. 

“I’m…” I stuttered, unable to catch my breath. The wind from the storm had rushed back against my ribs, and at that moment, I saw it: my trust. It was like broken glass, never to be fully repaired. “I’m fine, Mrs. Darris. Tell Amber I said good luck on the test.” I stumbled back to my car, and melted into my seat. Holding back my desire to scream, I drove home: shattered.