Elaine's Pov
People always say every villain has a story.
I don't know if that's true.
But I know one thing.
Nobody wakes up one morning and decides to destroy the only real friendship they have ever had.
At least...
I didn't.
The room felt painfully quiet.
It had been four days since Debbie packed her things and started sleeping elsewhere whenever she could.
When she did come back, she barely looked at me.
No good mornings.
No random conversations.
No laughing over my terrible fashion choices.
Nothing.
It was like living with a stranger.
Only this stranger knew every version of me.
I sat on my bed staring at the empty side of the room.
Debbie's side was always neat.
Books arranged by size.
Sticky notes everywhere.
Her laptop carefully placed on the desk.
Mine...
Well
