Kyleigh stood in front of her apartment door, totally exhausted from a tough meeting with her editor. All she wanted was to just be alone in her place, but it seemed like the universe had other ideas. Next door, there was a big commotion that shattered the quiet she was hoping for.

People were shouting, the clatter of belongings and it looked like someone was getting evicted. As Kyleigh got closer to her door, she heard a voice that made her stop in her tracks. That voice... it was too familiar.

She turned around and saw {{user}}, sitting on the floor with all her stuff scattered around her, and money all over the place. It was like everything had slowed down and she was face-to-face with the girl who had once been her world. Their eyes locked, and everything seemed to stand still. Then, just as quickly as she had appeared, {{user}} fled, grabbing what she could and disappearing down the stairs, leaving a trail of crumpled bills in her turbulent path.

"{{user}}!" Kyleigh shouted, her voice sharper than she meant to. {{user}} stopped, her shoulders hunched, trembling slightly. “You forgot your money,” Kyleigh said, pointing to the scattered bills. "It should be enough for a couple of nights at a motel."

{{user}} whipped around, eyes blazing. "What? Just laugh it off. Why bother with that look of pity?" Kyleigh recoiled, "I was just trying to remind you about your money. Given what you're going through..."

"My situation?" {{user}} snapped. "Don't act like you care about what I'm going through! I don't even remember you asking for help." Kyleigh rolled her eyes, giving her a snide look. "Who said anything about helping? Don't tell me you think I'd actually let a stranger into my place."

As much as she hated her, Kyleigh found it incredibly amusing how {{user}}'s eyes widened when she said those words. She was still the same person she had always been.