The devil’s new plaything
ZARA’S POV
I really can’t really most of what happened last night, I just remember my roommate or should I say party friend/ best friend kinda sorta or better put my hangover mate since I cannot call her my roommate given that we technically don’t live together even though I see her a lot more than I see my own sister who I live with and I can’t call her my best friend because… well she hasn’t earned that title yet. The only person I have ever called my best friend was Cara, she died, nobody knows how she died strangely enough it seems like nobody else apart from me cares even her parents seem to have moved on, a little too quickly if you ask me, I don’t know, it’s almost as if the mere soun
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