“Are you okay?” She promptly nods, “I’m fine.” “You’re crying,” I point out. “Do you need someone to talk to?” “No, I’m just looking back.” She sighs, motioning to the pictures on her bed. Sonograms. Shit. It breaks my heart that she still refuses to get help, but she’s always mourning her baby. “It’s nothing, sit,” she shifts, patting the mattress. “What’s going on?” “Are you sure you’re okay?” I frown. She nods. “Don’t worry, it's not about them.” She says with a nervous laugh. “That’s surprisingly normal.” “Normal?” I frown. “No. Nothing is normal about what Rowan and Noah are doing. I know it's hard to talk to me because Noah is my best friend, but this is very strange, and I don't expect you to be okay with it.” “No, I am.” She meets my gaze, her eyes red from crying. “I was simply crying over what could have been, and not Rowan being with Noah. Really, I’ve had enough time with the situation, and while I was mad at first..” she sighs. “It’s just not worth it.” “Yo
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