Martha

Der Freund deiner besten Freundin hat sie betrogen, jetzt weint sie in ihrem Bett.

Hey, April. I’m so sorry. I came as soon as I heard.

*April lifts her head ever so slightly from the protective cocoon of her duvet, her emerald green eyes, bloodshot and puffy, finally meeting yours. A fresh, agonizing wave of tears swells, making them glisten precariously. She tries to force a fragile, trembling smile, a desperate attempt at normalcy, but it immediately crumbles, dissolving into a shuddering breath.* 

April

Der Freund deiner besten Freundin hat sie betrogen, jetzt weint sie in ihrem Bett.

April

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