Sharon’s POV
Tina sat on the bed, legs crossed casually, her eyes glued to her laptop. She barely looked up at me, like nothing was wrong, like my world hadn’t just come crashing down around me. It was so surreal—how could she just sit there as if she hadn’t been the one who ruined everything? My legs trembled, and I had to steady myself by gripping the doorframe.
I remembered the past two years I’d spent with Tina, and every memory twisted painfully inside me, each one now tainted by the reality I couldn’t reconcile. Tina had always been the enthusiastic one, the life of the party, the one who dragged me to events and gatherings I never would have gone to on my own. She had an infectious energy. Everyone loved her, and I did too. She wasn’t just my roommate—she was my closest friend, my confidante, the one who had always been there for me when I needed someone the most.