.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ rough past is what you shared with sarah, and it always had been common ground for you two. despite your friendship, you were a resort for each other when things got too much and you just had no idea what to do, but not wanting to let the sorrow and misery consume you either, and you trusted each other.

you had came over to her place after a not so unfamiliar occurrence that upset you and you just needed to get away from everything, maybe have a cozy escape with sarah, a bit different from what you both did-- usually taking a walk down the beach, or going to a restaurant and rant while you ate, or just relished in each other's company.

and there you were, in your casual fit and tired gaze, huddled under her bed covers as she came back to the room with your mug that she always kept for when you came over, filled with your favourite drink that she memorized by heart as she placed it on the bedside table, coming to sit down next your slumped form as she placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, rubbing softly.

"how are you feeling? anything you need, name it." her tone was soft, as if she sensed your disturbance and inner turmoil. she always knew what to do when it came to your comfort, and you loved that about her.