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Three tracks for three parties, but it was never determined who the middle one belonged to. Possibly me, with the way I first came in between five years ago. Or possibly the hurricane, since the rose owns the tracks going Marina South Pier while the flame, Jurong East. Right?

He sat in the middle during the movie as well, passing my cookies to and fro. The rose bit on one and immediately regretted, with his hate for raisins. After the film we both leaned over and started talking across his lap. Despite being the middleman he must have felt so left out sometimes.

Our friendship always revolved around the most basic things, never anything great. You wouldn't catch us up on the high stools at bars, drinking our time away. Instead we'd sit facing the windows at a Subway, staring at the strangers leaving the hub. We'd go from talking about universes and afterlife to laughing about the stupidest memes.

Unknowingly, we always took turns being in the middle. There was never any friendship I wanted other than the both of them, where I was blessed with two kinds of best friends. The kind I would marry and the kind I would always easily talk about everything with.

But that was our last date as a trio, because barely a week later we all fell apart. One side of the triangle was knocked out, sending our entire formation crumbling down.

This train service will end at Ang Mo Kio. Sometimes the announcement goes, terminating the train at the middle platform. It never crossed my mind that that train service was our friendship.