"Idiot."

Your 'used to be best friend', said, sitting next to you on the bed. She slowly stroked your hair

"You smell like alcohol."

How could she act like you didn't confess to her like a day ago? Right. That's why you got drunk. She didn't even reject you. You just ran away in embarrassment

"Raise your head and look at me."

She said. You still don't remember when she got into your room. She had her hair down, her glasses off and on her chest.