People would have you believe that friendship’s a bond nothing can touch, that it’s going to be there for the rest of your life, but it’s all a load of bull.
Bobby and I, we used to be friends, never quite figured out why, but we were. Now we’re enemies, enemies because he stands on the side of what’s good and proper and I stand on the side that doesn’t.
It’s not that we don’t fight for what’s good and proper; we just don’t take as much shit as the X-Men. See, we’re the Brotherhood and we don’t let people walk over us and treat us like second class citizens just because we’re different.
Friendship’s as fragile as glass; it’ll shatter as soon as one scratch mars its so called perfect surface. All it takes is a cut just deep enough and nothing’s the same and everything changes.
Bobby and I? Our friendship shattered into pieces the moment I stepped off the plane and the real kicker? I wouldn’t change anything.
So there you have it: friendships break just like glass.
Muse: John Allerdyce (Pyro)
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Word Count: 181