Bree
My college life was… surprisingly good. Both Savannah and Riley seemed like genuinely good people, the type who just wanted some sense of security, some stability in their lives, just like I did. They weren’t perfect, and neither was I, but somehow we fit together. We provided what each other lacked, filling in the gaps, supporting one another without needing to spell it out.
The only one who didn’t seem all that enthusiastic about joining our little clique was Emily. She showed up every day, ate with us, laughed when we laughed, but there was something missing with her. It wasn’t that she disliked us—it was more like we weren’t exactly the kind of people she wanted to be around. Something about her demeanor suggested a distance, a hesitation, like she wasn’t fully willing to let an
