Lauren's pov,
Shame sat heavy on my mind and chest like a stone which refused to move. It followed me from my room down to the kitchen and back, it even clung to my skin after I had showered. No matter what I did, I couldn’t shake off the image of Vivian's face at the restaurant— the shock, the hurt and the anger which cut through our years of friendship.
I sat on the edge of the bed, with my phone resting in my palms, my screen glowing with unread messages. I had texted Vivian three times already.
I'm sorry
Please talk to me, I didn't mean to act that way.
Viv, I didn't mean it like that.
Still no reply, not even a seen.
My throat tightened, because Vivian has always been the one to reply first, Always the one who called, who checked and who forgave easily, But right now, the silen
