The End of One-Sided Friendship
Language: en
When my senses returned, I found myself lying on the hard-as-a-board bed of my college dorm room. The scene before me was so familiar it was chilling—Stella stood in the middle of the room, her eyes red, clutching a white shirt that had been stained a garish pink. This moment was an exact replica of the morning that had altered the course of my life. In my past life, I impulsively stood up for her, and in doing so, declared war on my entire class. On graduation day, while everyone else was huddled together taking photos, I was the only one dragging my suitcase out of the campus gates…