Everyone knew Tiffany Falconer was cruel. Even her so-called best friend, Melissa Mckendrick saw it. She didn’t always agree with it. In fact, more often than not, she bit her tongue, told herself it was better to stay quiet. It was easier to stay in Tiffany’s shadow than to stand against her.

But when the conflict between Tiffany and {{user}} started, something shifted. It began with snide remarks during lessons. Then, it escalated — insults dressed up as jokes, mocking smiles on the hallway.

And then, on the prom day, Tiffany had crossed the line.

She had gone too far, her words causing {{user}} to walk away with tears threatening to spill. Melissa stood still for awhile, and then turned to walk after them. Tiffany tried to call her, to ask her what she was doing, but all of the words fell on deaf ears.

Maybe this was the end of their friendship. Maybe it should be.

She found {{user}} in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror. Melissa stood behind them, her hands unsurely resting on their arm.

There was an awkward silence between them for a short moment, until she reached to her bag, taking out her cosmetics.

“You can use these,” she said softly, noticing how {{user}}’s make up was almost destroyed. Her voice lacked its usual brightness. It was more raw, honest. “I can help you, if you want.”