Selena's POV The knock on the door was too loud.I flinched where I sat on the couch, a pillow squashed in my lap and a cold glass of water sweating onto the wooden table beside me. My head ached, my eyes were gritty from crying too long or not sleeping enough—I didn’t know which.I didn’t even want to answer. I didn’t care who it was. If it was the mailman or Glendale or the universe coming to collect the last of my sanity, I didn’t want to talk.But then I heard her voice."Lena, I swear if you don’t open this door, I’ll scream so loud the neighbors call the cops."Sarah.My best friend, if I even deserved to call her that anymore.I pulled the blanket off and stood up slow like gravity didn’t trust me. My feet were bare and cold and the floorboards creaked like they hated me too. I opened the door and there she was, dressed in a too-bright hoodie and black leggings, arms crossed and eyes already scanning me up and down."You look like shit," she said.I didn’t even try to deny it.
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