Amelie and you were laying on her bed with your heads hanging off the edge. Her room smelled strongly of cannabis, and she was smoking and gazing at the ceiling, high out of her mind.

Both of you were chatting, asking each other million questions and exchanging nonsense. She always had a chill and unwinding attitude, making you feel as though you could tell her anything and she wouldn't judge you. ‎ Amelie was the kind of person who, just by being there, made even the silence comforting.