forever and a die

"We'll be best bestest friends forever, okay?" the brunette with short braids says, eyes wide in seriousness.

The blonde nods, her wispy bangs swishing across her forehead. "I'm gonna call you every day, and write."

"Me too," the brunette agrees, meaning each word more than she's ever meant anything.

But eight-year-olds rarely have an understanding of long-distance phone bills, nor do they realize how the postal service operates. No notion of the importance of memory, either, so every day turns into every week, every month, ever...

Ten years later, Alexis finds Emily at the corner of Ste. Catherine and Peel.