Friends

 At a popular girls' college nestled in west Trinidad, there were once seven inseparable friends. They were vibrant young women whose laughter filled every corridor they walked. They were sisters in everything but blood, sharing dreams, fears, and countless plans for the future

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But one rainy evening, tragedy struck. A car accident on the Churchill Roosevelt Highway took the lives of three of them — Anya, Leila, and Brianna. The news shattered their world. The school halls that once echoed with their joy now felt unbearably hollow. Grief and feelings of depression of loss bonds wrapped around the seven who remained like a heavy fog, threatening to pull them under.

At first, silence ruled. The kind that only deep, soul-wrenching pain can bring. Some days it was hard to even get out of bed. The loss felt too big, too unfair. But slowly, something remarkable happened. Instead of retreating into their sorrow, the seven made a pact: to honor the memory of their friends not just with mourning, but with kindness. They began small, tutoring younger students, organizing food drives, visiting the sick in nearby communities. Every act was a thread that slowly stitched their broken hearts together.

Each time they gave a part of themselves to someone in need, they felt the weight of grief lessen, just a little. In lifting others, they lifted themselves. What started as a way to survive their sorrow soon became a way of life. Their bond grew stronger, deeper, forged not just by shared loss, but by a shared purpose.

They learned that healing didn't mean forgetting. It meant remembering their friends through action, carrying forward the light they had lost. And in doing so, they discovered something powerful: kindness doesn't just heal the world, it saves the soul.