(Book Two) My name is...well you know my name and I think I'm gay. No, I'm sure of it. I'm in love with my best friend. She is wild, reckless, and the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I love her not just for her beauty but her soul. She pulled me...
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She tilts her head and I close my eyes in anticipation. It's just a kiss I won't let it get any further than that.
"Oh god," Ari pulls away from me and throws her head into the toilet. She retches the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl.
I stand momentarily shocked. What had I just been about to do? She was drunk.
I'm nauseated by the smell and sound, but I force myself to sit next to her on the floor. Though it's a bit late I pull her hair back from the bowl while she continues to hurl up any leftover alcohol in her stomach. I start to rub circles on her back but then I stop.
This moment has happened before, it feels too familiar. Only it wasn't me who'd been holding her hair back and comforting her but James. Then only moments later I'd accused her of sleeping with my boyfriend and ignored her explanation. He'd roofied her.
The room is cramped and too crowded. The guilt is taking up too much space. I can't be in this room with her anymore.
I stand up and turn on the shower for her.
"You should take a shower. I'll go get you something to sleep in." I say before hurriedly retreating.
I close the door behind me before she can respond. I rummage through her things and pull out a soft oversized shirt and sweatpants. I leave them by the door, then make my way across the living room. I make it to the safety of my closet-sized room, close the door behind me, and slunk down; cradling my knees in my arms.
I hate seeing her this way. This wasn't the girl who'd pulled me from the depths of myself. This wasn't my Ari. This was someone different. Someone broken and it was all my fault.
I'd broken her.
If only I'd seen sooner, noticed how much I cared for her. If I hadn't rambled on in the car for thirty minutes about having sex with another person. Maybe she wouldn't have drunk so much at the party.
