“You should tell her. Even if you’re too afraid to admit you like her as more than a friend, you should at least admit to her that you cared enough to be one when she needed you. She deserves that.” She stares at me, daring me to insist I didn’t show up again. I consider calling her bluff, but that could take us down pathways guaranteed to make this rage inside of me come barreling out.
Poppy is the best. She's not afraid to call you out on your shit.
