Lilliana didn't even check
Instagram. She didn't want to
see it. Didn't want to be taken
back to that terrible time in
her life, when it felt like she
was the odd one out.

So instead she picked up her
keys and drove to Brielle's.
Lilliana hoping she would even
make it there safe. The roads
were blurry from her tears and
she felt like she was going to
have an anxiety attack.

No one except Brielle knew
everything about what
happened back then. Lilliana
didn't have the courage to
tell anyone. Disgusted by the
past, and fearing people
would find her overdramatic
or give her pity.

Lilliana pulled in Brielle's drive
way. She didn't even remember
the drive to her best friend's
house, she was zoned out and
stressed at the same time.

By the time Lilliana walked up
to the door, Brielle was already
at the door with it open. She was
ready to embrace her favorite
person.

As soon as Lilliana got in Brielle's
arms, she began to sob and
became weak in the knees. Brielle
using most of her strength to keep
the girl up, and get her off the
doorway and in the house.

Luckily, Brielle's parents weren't
home. And as soon as the girls got
to the living the held each other on
the ground, listening to Lilliana's
soft sobs. The latter on the verge
of tears from seeing her friend
like this.

Brielle stroked the girl's hair as
she whispered how everything
would be okay. Thats when
Lilliana looked up, tear-stained
face and swollen eyes.

"No it won't, everyone will find out."

"It's your story. Tell it your way, to
who you want, when you want."

"I think I might tell Troy."

"If you trust him, yeah."

"I don't know what to do."

"Sounds like you need to clear
your mind."

And with that Lilliana grabbed her
phone and went to FaceTime."I'm
coming to New York."

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(authors note: lilliana is such a 🥺
girl, and brielle is a bruh girl. i didn't
even do that on purpose. also i love
everyone's comments, they make me
giggle)