A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day

It wasn't but a couple days later that Gwen's best friend decided to stop for a visit. She opened the door in tears, and the girls were automatically hugging.

"Please come in, I -- I have to tell you something."

Agathe has been Gwenith's best friend since highschool, and has always been supportive. As soon as the two girls sat down, Gwen's story was babbling and rambling out of her mouth quickly, down to every last dirty detail.

"You're having a baby?" Agathe hadn't dreamed that her friend would be settling so soon. "Well... Congratulations!"

Gwen could only sigh in response. She stared at the floor for a few awkward seconds.

"Hey... I know it's a tough road. Especially with him leaving like that. You can file a law suit you know."

Gwen looked up at this, "Agathe... He's married. Who am I to ruin that?"

Agathe looked like she'd been punched, "A pregnant woman with low income. Who is he to deny you and his child some support?"

"A married man."

"Gwen, honestly, it's his fault."

"It's as much his fault as it is mine."

"UGH!" Agathe grunted. "Hopeless. Well, you're not going to care for the child alone." Gwen gave her friend a quizzical look. "I'll be here for you. Don't worry too much, and keep your stress low. I'll be here every step of the way."

Gwen smiled, and thought about it for a moment. She would most likely need the help. "Okay. And Agathe?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you wearing?"

"Oh... Party tonight. You would've heard, of course, but you've locked yourself up in this house for so long..." Agathe giggled. Gwen only leaned back as she rolled her eyes and smiled. "It's good to see you smile, Gwenny-poo. I'm only a call away if you need me."

The girls said their goodbyes and Agathe left. Gwen was left alone, yet again, to her hotflashes and nausea.

Agathe and Gwen were an odd pair. Almost polar opposites, really. Gwenith was dark, and quiet. Agathe was girly, outgoing, and fun. Gwen always thought it was strange that they got along so well, and that Agathe was so accepting. Most other girls like her would've run at the sight of Gwen. What made Agathe so different?