“Why haven’t you left? You defended me, even knowing what I was.” You let me cry in your arms, I thought, but didn’t vocalize. “Because I love you!” she said, shaking her head at me. “You are my friend. I don’t give a fuck who your parents are, Scarlett. I care about you because you are my friend. I will repeat myself as long as it takes to penetrate your stubborn skull.”
The real love story here is between best friends who choose each other over and over again.
