Flora watched Frost slide into the small group. This was it. Frost was leaving. I felt so bad for her, but inside I felt bad for myself too. My best friend was leaving. I listened to everything she said and managed to smile at her. At the end we all came in for a hug, the last hug. But maybe she'll come to me. 

In my dreams.

Wishing everyday that Frost would come back was not very successful and everyday felt like a year with no one to talk to. I guess this is what Frost felt like when she had no friends.