She spilled out her heart to me, that night, and I did the same in return. Things that were never discussed elsewhere were brought up, and I began to feel as if I had someone close in whom I could really trust. Within months, however, we were no longer talking. I kept her secrets, she kept mine- but that was it, a final agreement as we parted.
When we spoke again, she didn't answer my apology, but said that she didn't mind talking again. There was no reference made to that night, but then again there was no reference to the bad times either. There was just a stilted awkwardness. Once more I apologised. Once more I was ignored.
The next day, they asked me what was wrong. They, who had been there all along, and to promised to continue to be there. She had promised that too, when we had both broken down.
She wasn't there anymore.