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ADRIA’S POV
“It’s… it’s not blood.” I stuttered, and made the mistake of pretending to dust it off.
“Look at it!” She exclaimed, grabbing my wrist, and pointing at my palm.
“I said it’s not blood!” I shouted, a little too harshly, jerking my wrist out of hers.
“Then what is it? It looks pretty much like blood to me, and smells like it too. What have you been up to, Adria? These days, you’ve just been acting really weird, you know that? Tell me what’s going on! Why does it feel like we’re not close anymore?”
“You’re the only one thinking that, Stacy. I try everyday so you can feel happy, so our friendship can be what you want, but you just keep complaining, and complaining!”
“That’s the problem, Adria! The Adria I knew, never tried! Because she truly cared about me, about the boys
