Emilie.
"Hey. I'm planning on going out for drinks tonight. Are you coming along, or are you still sulking?" the message from Veronica read.
I clicked my phone shut and threw it on the bed. I was still trying to process the news she had just thrown at me. I was not ready for any more of her drama.
If this news had left anyone devastated, it was me.
How? Why? When?
Those three questions roamed my mind, but there was no answer forthcoming. I hadn't spoken to her all that time, and the next time I saw her face, it was in an announcement of her death.
Ever since I had ended the call with Veronica, I hadn't left the bed. I had to fight hard enough to keep my feelings in check while on the call.
But now I was alone, and I could feel the warm tears trickle down my cheeks.
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