Can't believe it's been 6 years already, and I do remember her biker mice form mars art! It's nifty knowing that's what sparked your friendship. This drawing even looks a little bit like her style of art, so it's very much like you're keeping her soul going through your art. :)

It is exactly how we met, I was very depressed, coming from backstabbing from false friends, when my brother introduced us I literally was hearing white noise so I was unable to hear her name and I let them keep talking. It was noticing the pendant what made me interrupt them subconsciously, after that for an entire week we ran into each other I nicknamed her 'mice', but after a week I admitted I didn't heard her name so I asked her again, thinking she'd be angry I didn't remember her name. Instead she chuckled and told me 'sure because I have the hardest name in the world! three letters, two of them are the same vocal... my name is Ana', but she said that smiling, with a nice tone of voice, she wasn't angry at all I didn't got her name on the moment we met, it was just an anecdote of our first meeting that was quite peculiar. After that... no matter what, we kept on running into each other even if we didn't meant for it, slowly we just kept talking more and more and in the end we even sneaked into each other classes if one of us had no classes at the moment. I was 16 when I met her and she was 18 and we grew comfortable with each other faster than we ever did with anyone. We always knew our souls were those of sisters, we simply were born into different families because we were too much together for just one mother, that was a recurring joke of her but it felt like a hidden truth, that we were really sisters in our souls. There is no day that I don't miss her, Emie.