Freya's world shatters when she discovers her boyfriend, Callum, in an intimate embrace with her best friend at a bustling party. Devastated and heartbroken, she flees into the night, desperate to escape the laughter and betrayal that surround her...
-"Because he's a man," valerie says while continuing to clean them up I was surprised by her answer, causing me to laugh a bit "Well, you're not wrong. But he's not just some man, he's also the dumbest I have ever met.." "he must be stupid to cheat on a girl like you but anyways do you have a ride home?" valerie asked while cleaning me up I took her hand so she could help me up and I smiled back at her "Unfortunately, no... my boyfriend was supposed to give me a ride home but you know... he's busy with other girls.." valerie looked at me a with a sympathetic smile "I can take you home...if that's what you want or I could just call an uber for you if you're not comfortable with that" valerie suggested while fixing her hair and washing her hands Hearing her offer surprised me and I thought it over before speaking "No, I don't mind you taking me home, as long as you're alright with it. I don't want to trouble you..." valerie dried her hands while responding "It's no trouble at all really I'd been an asshole if I just left you stranded here" Valerie smiled warmly, her eyes meeting mine with a look that was both gentle and reassuring. "Come on, let's go then," she said, grabbing her keys from the counter. I followed her, feeling a strange mix of emotions swirling inside me—embarrassment, gratitude, and a lingering hurt that still stung from my boyfriend's betrayal.
We walked out of the house together, leaving behind the remnants of a party that had long since lost its charm. The night air was cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth inside. I wrapped my arms around myself, and Valerie noticed, immediately offering me her jacket.
"Here, take this," she said, draping the leather jacket over my shoulders without waiting for me to refuse. It smelled like her—citrusy and clean, a scent that was oddly comforting at the moment.
"Thank you," I murmured, pulling the jacket tighter around myself. We reached her car, and she unlocked it with a quick press of a button. The car was clean, neat, pink, and outgoing just like her, and the soft hum of the engine as she started it up was soothing.
As we drove, the silence between us was surprisingly comfortable. The streets were quiet, bathed in the orange glow of streetlights. I watched the city pass by outside the window, my thoughts a chaotic mess, but somehow, Valerie's presence next to me kept me grounded.
After a few minutes, Valerie broke the silence. "You know, it's okay to be upset," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "It's okay to feel hurt and angry. You don't have to bottle it all up."
I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. "I just... I don't know what to do now," I admitted.
Valerie glanced over at me, her expression softening even more. "You don't have to figure it all out right now. Just take it one step at a time. And remember, you deserve so much better than someone who doesn't value you."
Her words struck a chord deep within me, and I felt the tears finally slip free, rolling down my cheeks. I wiped them away quickly, embarrassed, but Valerie reached over and gently squeezed my hand.
"Hey, it's okay. You're allowed to cry," she said, her voice filled with understanding.
Her kindness was overwhelming, and I found myself clinging to her words, letting them soothe the raw ache in my chest. I had expected to feel alone, to be left to deal with this mess on my own, but Valerie's presence was a reminder that maybe, just maybe, I didn't have to go through this by myself.
We pulled up to my apartment building, and she parked the car. I turned to her, feeling a little more composed but still emotionally fragile. "Thank you, Valerie," I said, my voice thick with emotion.
She smiled, and it was the kind of smile that made you feel like everything was going to be okay, even if just for a moment. "Anytime," she replied.
I nodded, grateful beyond words. I hesitated for a moment, then leaned over and gave her a quick hug. She hugged me back without hesitation, her embrace warm and comforting.
As I got out of the car, I felt a small glimmer of hope, something I hadn't felt in a while. Maybe things were falling apart, but maybe, just maybe, they were also starting to come together in a different way.
Valerie waited until I was safely inside my building before driving away. I watched her car disappear down the street, and for the first time that night, I didn't feel completely alone. I had lost something, but I had also gained something—a friend, someone who cared.
And that was enough to get me through tonight.
{what Valerie's jacket looked like}:
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