Olivia Westview
After Anthony dropped me off last night, a strange sense of calm settled over me.
It wasn’t that my problems had disappeared—far from it—but something about being with him had smoothed the jagged edges. Anthony knew how to pull me out of my own head and bring me back to myself. I guess that’s what made him such a great friend, maybe even more than a friend sometimes, though I’d never say that out loud.
When I climbed into bed, I felt lighter, like I’d finally set down a weight I didn’t know I was carrying. And for the first time in what felt like ages, I drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep without replaying arguments, overthinking texts, or trying to sort through my emotions about James.
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The next morning, sunlight peeked through my blinds, warming my face un
