Beau
“This is all my fault," Zoe said from her place beside me on my bed. We were on day two of my exile from humanity and sharing a carton of Rocky Road. Thank God her boyfriend had gone to Brazil to visit family last week and she'd decided to stay back. “Had I not pushed you to try the sugar lifestyle, we wouldn't be here gaining pounds and crying over every asshole in a romcom from the '90s."
“Therapy wasn't meant to be pretty, dork." The phone beside me vibrated, and I looked down at the screen. His name flashed across it - attempt number twenty today to get a hold of me, and I let it go to voicemail. A minute later it chimed with a voice message…and then a text.
“Not that I'm trying to rush you or anything…" she trailed off, spoon full of chocolate halfway to her mouth.
“But I'm
