Warm Heart

by Londynn

“Are you okay?” she asked, but I refused to answer.

“If you talk to me, it’ll get easier.” She gently tapped my shoulder.

So, I talked. I explained everything scene by scene. Every so often I was interrupted by tears and half sobs. But my best friend didn’t care. We sat by the door and blankly stared off into the distance. Her warm heart defrosted my icy one.

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