From the author of 'Hello, Eddy', 'Hello, Brett' and 'I still haven't forgiven you'.

The Lyrics That Defined Us has come to an official end.

Thank you for sticking to this book and if you have completed it, congratulations!

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INSPIRATION

This story is completely inspired from real life events. Many parts written in the story are my real thoughts. The only part which is fictional is the ending, and frankly I don't like it.

From the beginning, I'll write. I was in grade fourth, and I had recently returned from a trip to Thailand. I reached my school and I saw a new name in the class list. Let's call this girl: K.

When class began, I immediately saw a new face and realized that, that girl was the new student. Now I am a Bengali (A person from the state of West Bengal in India) and from the last name written on the list, I guessed she was from the same state as me. I walked up to her and asked, (without any hello), "Are you a Bengali?" and she replied, "Umm, no?". I didn't believe her, "Is anyone in your family Bengali?" and she replied, "No."

Fast forward, a few months, we found out we live in the same colony (we call it society), and her younger sister studies in the same school in which my mother teaches. Even better, my mother is her sister's class teacher.

Fast forward some more months, we were inseparable. We were like sisters or maybe even the same people. We thought the same thing at the same time, ate the same thing, felt the same way, talked the same way, acted the same way. Even teachers knew we were like that, we were declared the best friends any one could ever have by a lot of people. Even some people came to us like, "Damn I wish I had a friend like you two have each other,". It was nice.

For four years. We fought, but I always apologized, even if it wasn't my fault. She never did so. First red flag: and I completely overlooked it. It was normal for me. We played at 4PM, badminton or simply swing in the park. (Hence the park in the story)

But she used to lie, a lot. She tried to do whatever I did. But I never understood that, I was too blinded by our friendship. I got a badge saying I'm good in studies? She got a badge too. I showed my badge to her, but hers broke hence she couldn't show it. Second red flag: I overlooked it too. She literally tried to copy everything i did.

We were literally the best, best friends. And I loved her a lot, platonic though. I still do.

But one day, we were playing. A guy friend of mine, too joined us. We were fooling around, hiding her bags and when she found her bag we would hide her bottle. And so on. A normal type of goofy game.But suddenly she fumed up. She got mad, and she looked me into the eye and went, "I'll complain to the teacher!" I was surprised.

I have been mad at her so much, so many times. And even on school campus, but I never ever even tried, complaining or even going against her. But she pointed her index at me and just said, "I'll complain, no need to talk to me."

And now, when I get angry, I have no filter. But I get angry very less. People know this, if I get angry and start speaking, the person in front will die. everything I will say, will come from my heart and it may sound very offensive.

And then, I got angry. But something happened, I didn't scream at her. I was surprised, usually when I'm angry I have no control on my body, my words, my thoughts. I scream, shout, scold, and then cry. But that day, I was unable to speak. I froze, looked into her eyes, to see for the last if she was kidding and when I found no traces of friendship, I left her class.

I loved her so much, i couldn't scream at her. I came back with my lunch, fuming and sat with our common friends. The whole class was quiet. Everyone knew I was angry and could burst, everyone knew how close friends we were. I sat down, completely quiet, and started talking random things with our common friends. They didn't sit with K, but with me.

I remember shaking head to toe, feeling betrayed but continuing with a small and very fake smile on my face. I heard her saying things about me, she was right behind me.

The class period before that, we had a science class. I borrowed her notebook, She was in a different class, right opposite to mine. I remember wearing her glasses, that period, copying her work. But who knew in the next forty-five minutes, a four-year long friendship would disappear into thin air.

I was in eight grade that time. And from that day on, a word was removed from my dictionary: Best Friend. I lost faith in friendship and refused to call anyone my "best friend". Now I just have two close friends, extremely close. But I don't call them my best friends. I know that they know that they are in fact my "best" friends, but I just don't call them that.

EDIT: one of these two people I mentioned FOUND MY ACCOUNT!! Plus the second one follows me HERE-

After that day, I stopped visiting her class. My childhood best friend, even before K came, let's call her H, she was in her class. Another great friend was there too. I used to visit that class, a few times and just talk to them. K used to completely ignore me, and I did so too.

That day onwards I swore to myself, that I won't apologize. I waited everyday, every evening at 4 PM, for a phone call. A simple sorry, but nothing came. Every morning, we waited at the same bus stop, I prayed she would walk to me and apologize, but she never looked once at my direction. I remember she taught her sister to not talk to me and that was when I got mad. Real mad.

I found friendship in books, I distanced myself a little from people. Everyone in my class knew something was going on, but me being a very happy kid, I used to flash smiles everytime and talk enthusiastically, no one understood. people started talking about us behind our backs. but I always knew what they said.

The ones who never walked one step without holding hands, were far away, not even looking into each others eyes. (Two people destined to be together, drifted further apart).

I had introduced K to H and the other people of her class, but I was in a different class meaning she got to talk to H and all of them. She fed them lies and made up stories. Thank god, I had already told them the "real" side of those stories, and they secretly did not believe her. But she became their centre of attraction. She was definitely more social than me, she had more friends (I think) but every one liked me more (I had and still have a better sense of humor). EDIT: That sounds salty. Lmao I'm not friends with those fake people any more. It's fine. They don't like me anymore.

Slowly our identities changed. This was said in this book. I was the one more indulged in our friendship. I gave us my all but instead of it being said, "L2's best friend K." it slowly became, "K's bestfriend L2."

I waited everyday for a text, hello, sorry, but nothing came. Two years passed by. I didn't even know she left the state, the school, the country. She had told me she was going to Thailand, but other people knew other things.

I always apologised for every thing. Even if it was not my fault.

And the time I did not, two years passed by.

She is now, currently in **** (edit: not gonna reveal her location, her location was wrong anyways) a common and close friend of mine texted me. I never got to say "goodbye". I believe it's because I never said "Hi" when we met. Really, I never wished her a "hi" or "hello", and ended without a "goodbye".

Funny, now they come to me saying, that K used to lie a lot. That K doesn't have time for them anymore. They tell me that K texts them once every two- three months.

But it still hurts when I sit next to them on a bus, for a school trip and they don't talk to me like before. Like the friendship was my fault. Almost as if I never existed in their friendship. I don't care, at least that is what I tell myself. I don't need friends, I'm good with my own self. I have only 2 people, I'm good with that. That's all I need.

I lost everyone because I lost one person. And that taught me how different, evil and cruel the world is. It is never rainbows and cookies.

I am glad, we are over. I would have never understood how evil this world is, and how toxic she was. But if one day she comes back, I would not be able to become her friend.

The ending, I am not happy about it because, I just don't know how to do it. Make it sad like me? But I am not sad anymore, I just become sad whenever I write about her. Make it happy? But I don't know a happy ending that would fit.

So I wrote an ending that I wished for. One I would want but I know would never come true. Frankly the ending is disappointing.

But it is what it is. A sadly ever after.

Brett apologized, K never did. We were perfect and hence we ended.

That was that, The Lyrics That Defined Us.

The Lyrics That Defined Me.

The Lyrics That Defined My Story.

The Lyrics That Defined My Feelings.

a story with an imperfect ending.

~L2

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btw did you get the BTS Easter egg in the story? Hint: bOnUs ChApTeR eNDiNg.