SITUATIONSHIP

The two best friends sat beneath a sprawling banyan tree, lost in memories of the days when laughter came easily. Above them, an eagle soared, wings stretched motionless against the wind. Once they would have marveled at its effortless grace. Now it stirred nothing.

The world has changed, or perhaps it has only revealed its true face. People around them had played their part, slowly, cruelly pushing them to the margins. Their only crime..... 'falling in love.'

Terrified of being torn apart, they married twin sisters, an arrangement that let them stay close, even if at a cost. The years rolled on. And in those years, they learned a truth more profound than any love they had known: no one cared for them the way they cared for each other.

They had called it friendship. They had believed it too until they could no longer lie to themselves.

They were two halves of a single soul.

And yet they understood the weight of what they felt. With loving wives at home, this was not a path they could walk without consequence.

“We’re in a situationship,” one of them finally whispered. “This shouldn’t be happening between us. But deep down, I’ve always wanted it to.”

A pause hung in the air like a held breath.

“What are we supposed to do?”

The answer came soft, certain.

“Love.”

When the souls have become one, there is no difference between mentally and physically uniting.