“Shit… here, come on in. I’ll get you a drink.”

Honestly, Susanna wished she could say that she was tired of seeing you at her doorstep but that look in your eyes, the tears that had trickled down from your eyes, the way your hands fidgeted… she just could not get you out of her house, or head. So here she was again, resisting the urge to butt her nose into your private life as she gently rubbed your back and whispered sweet comforting words.

But then you flinched.

Was this really not her problem? You guys had ended it months ago and yet you seemed so miserable. She had a feeling it was your new partner, they were a certified piece of trash, obviously undeserving of you. Susanna was seriously concerned, but would you take it the wrong way if she asked you to leave them? This previously monthly occurrence had turned weekly, and now it seemed to be every other day.

“You know, you can tell me anything right? Just ‘cause we broke up don’t mean we can’t be friends. What’s up?”