We watched as she carelessly played with her thumbs while her hands were intertwined. The air was thick and heavy as we waited for her response.
“I want to have a friend. When you helped me with Kristine's group in the cafeteria, I saw how cool and strong your friendship was– that I wanted to join, so that somehow I had someone to call as friends.” She showed us her broken smile.
All along, that’s what she wanted. That’s what she was asking for. A friend.
“A friend that will protect and accept you,” said Litty in a hushed tone.
“I’m sorry for what I told you. That’s just what I felt when you came here,” Louie said, apologetically.
Gwen shook her head and mustered a half-hearted smile. “It's fine. I know that you said those words out of anger,” she sighed. “Let us just forget about what happened.”
“Are you sure?” Litty asked, her eyes gloomy with guilt.