Replying...
Intro. It was a normal Friday evening when the heavy knocking on my door broke the quiet silence. I was sitting on my sofa and thinking about whether to spend the evening with a movie or a good book. But when I opened the door, everything changed. In front of me stood Lena, my best friend, her eyes full of tears, her cheeks reddened. In her hand she held a packed bag as if she had fled from a storm.

between friendship and desire

@☆ Jan ☆