HER SISTER (18+) (GXG)

Friend Break-Ups & Cards

Whoever said romantic breakups hurt the worst, had clearly never went through a friendship breakup.

It had been approximately three days—maybe more, my concept of time is really lacking—and I haven't moved from this bed.

I've only managed to move twice every day—and that's to brush my teeth in the morning and then brush my teeth at night and shower before going back to bed.

Thank god, classes don't start back for another week, or else I would be failing without a doubt.

Mya had cleared out her side of our shared apartment by the time I had gotten back from Mili's, leaving me to stay in the empty space alone, which I did—stupidly hoping she'd show up randomly and I could talk to her.

Well, until Mili got a little too worried about me being alone, and had me start staying at her place.

Most of her photography set up was at her place—along with her desktop that she used for editing, so she could really only spend so much time over at Mya and I's place before she needed to get back.

Especially now that an agency wanted to sign her.

"Ati."

I only groaned, tugging the covers closer to me, "I'm tired," I forced out.

Mili only hummed, and I could suddenly feel the bed dip next to me, "You've been in bed all day—it's time for our evening walk," she said.

Yes, it was getting to the point where Mili had to force me out of bed for longer than thirty minutes.

I only groaned again, "Can we take a break today? I really don't feel there mentally," I whispered, knowing I was actually going through it mentally.

But I knew somehow, Mili would somehow find a way to get me out of this bed.

So when I felt her surprisingly stand back up from the bed, I felt slightly shocked—but grateful at the same time.

At least I could continue replaying everything on a loop and crying myself into oblivion.

Yet, my pity party was interrupted yet again, when the bed had dipped next to me again—not even an hour later.

"What are you doing?" I questioned.

My brows furrowed when I felt her suddenly slide in under the covers with me.

"It's time to eat—I got your favorite takeout," Mili said as she pulled the covers away from my face.

I furrowed my brows, blinking a few times as I adjusted to the bright lights.

I eyed the Italian food, "I'm not—"

"You haven't eaten all day," Mili cut me short, raising a brow when I went to disagree, "You're eating," she determined. 

I pursed my lips together, "Fine," I sighed as Mili took the food from the boxes.

Mili hummed to herself, "One word to describe how you feel...Go," she said as she grabbed the plates.

Mood checks seemed to be a constant thing with her, and honestly, I didn't really mind it.

I shrugged, "Hopeless," I breathed out with complete honesty, feeling like I was stuck in this constant loop and that I'd never be able to get away from these dreadful feelings.

Mili nodded, "And your mood on a scale of one through ten—ten being happy and one being sad," she added as she prepared the plates with pizza.

I pursed my lips together, "Four."