It didn’t take long before Joanne replied, saying it was perfect because she was already at home.
The drive to her place felt longer than it really was, maybe because my thoughts kept drifting back. I couldn’t help but remember how life used to be when I was still close with them. Bianca was the bubbliest, always the loudest voice in the group, the one who could lift the mood no matter what. Mika leaned more into the emotional side of things, always the first to notice when someone was down, the one who would sit quietly with you until you were ready to talk.
Joanne, though she was the balance between the two.
Her energy shifted a lot, sometimes high and bright, sometimes quiet and drained. She called it her “social battery” back then, and I understood that about her. Maybe that’s why
