My legs wobble.
I tug on side of my skirt.
They're all looking now.
A few steps more.
They look confused. Britt looks offended I made the journey over here. Melanie's face is blank. Her pink lips sewn shut and eyes staring straight at me.
I'm stood at the edge of the table.
Speak Paisley. Speak.
Britt makes an obvious look to say she's annoyed I've interrupted their perfect conversation.
I regret everything.
"Urm..." I start, looking at my shoes. My tatty, old shoes. I look at their's, their perfect, shiny shoes.
Where's my suitcase? That trip into the sun is seeming awfully pleasant right now.
I mutter "Sorry." Under my breath and turn to leave. I hope Melanie could decifer that my sorry meant more than just wasting their time at the table. That it meant sorry for disregarding her friendship. That I'm sorry for leaving things how they were. That it meant everything to me that I actually spoke.
I actually spoke.
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