(Isabella)
Charlotte and I had a lot to catch up on. Well, she had a lot to tell me. I was recalling my past few months and I realized that I didn’t do anything. I spoke to her about classes I was taking and movies I loved, but I hadn’t done anything.
She looked sympathetic for a split second as I was coming to that realization.
She patted my hand, in a reassuring way.
There was never any judgment between us, never any pity.
“We still have months left of the semester, I’m sure there is a lot of trouble we can get into.”
“You’re absolutely right,” I smiled at the thought, “And after college too, I’m not ever letting you go again.” Not the right choice of words, but I didn’t know how else to describe that I wouldn't let anything or anyone come between us again.
She put a hand over
