41 - Henriette
Henriette's voice sounded different from what I was used to hearing. She technically pronounced my nickname, but I felt zero affection coming from her mouth. That hurt me, especially when I could remember vividly how singsonged my name in her melodious voice. How she shouted my name with feigned anger as I turned up thirty minutes late to a rehearsal. I loved to hate it when she extended my name just to piss me off. I had lost that friend today, and her voice informed me she wouldn't come back easily. I swallowed my saliva. My legs shook in apprehension, "I was a good friend to you. That's a good enough reason not to kill me." I wasn't convinced myself. But...you always have to give it a shot, you know. And that's what I did. But I wasn't sure what I was doing. Henriette answered me wit
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