Mary's POV
Sitting at home with no one to talk to made me look all gloomy and swallowed up in the depths of the crisis that was ravaging us. I loved George so much but how he left without letting me know hurt me so badly, I picked up my phone.
I scrolled through it, I didn't have pretty much friends and for the few I had, I hadn't talked to them for a while now, it would be weird messaging them now all because I was bored.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, stretching myself on the bed, and then I recalled a close friend of mine who bore the same name as me. She lived abroad, and despite staying long without contacting her, each time I did, she was always there to respond to me.
"You are free to speak to me anytime you feel like. I'll always be there for you," I still remembe
