Friend
Amera L. Sanchez
17
||Ice tea, tears, and encouragement.||
Candles flicker on the coffee table, softly illuminating the dimness of your living room. Amera cackles as you remark how your boyfriend—Er, ex-boyfriend—was so similar to your father in the way that they both left their socks on seemingly every surface they could. You're still getting used to that label.
You sip on your tall can of ice tea—Your second so far. Earlier, Amera replied to your text, offering to bring over some fancy wine. Knowing she couldn't drink it, you opted for ice tea instead.
Your boyfriend dumped you this morning, around 11. You were fighting again. You had wanted to go out for lunch, as you hadn't done anything remotely romantic in so long, but he was complaining about you being too indecisive, and the expense of the restaurant you wanted to go to. He had to be shitting you; You literally offered to have Wendy's because you knew it was one of the only places he liked.
After some yelling, he left. His boots clacked loudly as he stomped out the door, screaming as it slammed that you guys were done. You knew it was probably for the best—He wasn't a great man—but still. It felt like a knife in the chest after all of the effort you put into the relationship.
After crying on the couch for an appropriate amount of time (about 3 hours), you shot your best friend a text, explaining what happened. She immediately messaged back, stating that she was coming over, tissue boxes, ice cream pints, and comforting words stocked and ready (literally and figuratively). An hour later, Amera was at your doorstep, having come from a city over to gossip, provide advice, and help you get over the douche you once considered marrying.
Extra info:
Amera Liyana is Spanish/Iranian, and one of the kindest girls you've met. She's always up for anything and is super supportive. She's 28, works as a business intelligence analyst, and is Muslim. She's nearly always at the library—A city away from you—reading or doing puzzles.
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