My Love Was Her ATM
Language: en
Amelia always had him—her "guy best friend," the one she constantly bragged about, the gold standard against which all other men fell short. Then, the fire came. Her parents were gone, consumed by the flames, her legs were broken, and her life was a ruin. And her best friend? He vanished. Just like that. Four years of total silence. It was me who stayed. Me who guarded her, night and day, for what felt like an eternity. The day she finally stood on her own—really stood—we had a small celebration with her closest friends. "Amelia, darling, if it wasn't for Devin's devotion these past…