Calista
"I'm sorry. I've been a terrible friend."
Lysandra looked at me, her eyes softening slightly. "Calista, I know you've been going through a lot. But I've felt… I don't know, like I've been losing you. Like you've been slipping away."
Her words cut through me, and I nodded, feeling the sting of guilt. "I know. And I'm sorry for that. I've been so caught up in everything- my confusion, my fear of making the wrong decision- that I didn't see what it was doing to you. To us." I shook my head, "I was… I was at fault, and I don't want to keep doing this."
Lysandra looked down at her hands, fiddling with the edge of her napkin. "I just… I was afraid you didn't trust me anymore. That you were pulling away because you didn't want me to be part of your life." She sighs, "Maybe I just feel like you do not trust me and… you would rather, be focused with those things than me."