Shortly after dating, her girl best friend became more of a distant memory. Every so often I'd see her in the hallway, terrified. She was afraid to look in the direction of the girl who held my hand and for me, she sent me sympathetic looks.
I'd see notifications pop up on her phone every so often.
{Why are you doing this?}
{Please, just stop.}
"She's always been like this." She told me looking down to her phone. "Always trying to manipulate me. Always trying to make me do what she wants. If she's going to act like that, I don't need her."
I smiled and rubbed her head. "She doesn't know what she's talking about love..."
