Isabella’s shoulders started shaking, her eyes looked still at Cynthia, who stood a meter away from her. How long has it been since she left New York? When she left her life and best friend without even telling her? Two months?
She didn’t know, but Isabella felt like it had been forever. She didn’t see this coming nor did she think the time would come that they'd face one another this soon. Speechless and guilty, that was all she had, despite how much she wanted to throw her arms into her and ask for her forgiveness.
“Well. do you want to offer me a seat?” Soon, Cynthia spoke. A tiny smile crept onto her lips, but Isabella knew she wasn’t entirely fine. They knew each other so well, and from the look on her best friend’s face, she was hurt.
Staggering, Isabella moved, offering her the s
