Lana
I forgot how much I loved her bedroom. I sat down on her bed, looking around, feeling saddened that I never got to spend too much time here. Libby sat next to me, waiting for me to talk.
“You look like you’ve been through it.” She noted, seeming sad. “You seem like a completely different person.”
“I was remembering something you said, and I was curious about it.”
“What about?”
“You said your ancestors were the Romani, I was wondering if you could tell me a little bit about it.”
Confused, she blinked.
"Why?"
I hesitated, not sure what to say. I was terrified that she would hate me if I told her the truth. I wanted to believe that she would still care about me. She was really the first true friend I've ever made and it killed me to think that she would be disguste
