Though on one end, these two rivals pull, pinch, and pry — their nails digging deep as forearms tense and yet quake with effort.
On the other they lay cheek-to-cheek. The eyes of the two shedding a steady stream of tears that beneath them pool on the water-resistant sheets they once picked out together.
Their mouths, which meet in a sixteenth at their inner corners, finally bringing sound to the festering anger and red-hot resentment that had been building within them for months.
Each listening as they fight to hurt. Each learning what had brought them to that shared moment, even as they dare to dig themselves deeper into an unexpected and fiery war between friends.