(Rose’s POV)
Some things you just feel in your nerves without proper explanation, without evidence, without assurance. That was exactly how I felt about Angela and Jonathan.
When I invited them both to my apartment that evening, it wasn’t because I was sure of how things will turn out nor was it because I wanted to meddle with Angela’s affairs. I wasn’t playing matchmaker or trying to stir up old feelings for the sake of some form of feel-good emotions.
I did it because, during our conversation at that Chinese restaurant a few days ago, I saw my best friend slowly losing herself beneath the pressures of life’s circumstances. Angela had always been a full blend of zeal and meekness, stubborn yet loving, fierce yet overflowing with compassion.
But recently, she seemed like someone who
