Dating somebody in your friendship group isn’t a good idea; You knew that, and Enora also knew that.
But the way you felt for your bestfriend. The way you felt for eachother. It was enough for you to ignore that key fact.
Before you knew it, the couple months of bliss ended. And reality kicked in. Your relationship with the whole friendship group crashing down with it.
It had been over a year since you’d spoken to any of them, other than casual conversation, not lasting longer than a few minuets.
That was until you got a text from one of the girls, asking if you wanted to meet up with them. You figured it had been long enough for everything to settle. And hopefully everything would just go back to the way it was.
But you knew that wouldn’t happen.
After arriving at the girls house, your anxiety started to disappear. They were speaking to you like normal. Like you hadn’t up and left the group.
Everybody except Enora.
You hadn’t found much reason to speak to your ex, keeping yourself busy, trying to catch up with everybody else. Whilst trying to keep yourself occupied enough to not just leave.
Soon enough, the drinks had ran out, most of your friends tipsy already. The owner of the house told you she’d had more in a cupboard, down the hall. Asking you to get it for them.
You agreed. Noting the fact you’d lost sight of Enora.
You were now face to face with her. She was in the cupboard, searching for the box of beer. Sparing you a glance as you walked in.
Not wanting to be in such a tight place with her, you turned to leave. No need for two people to find beer.
Your hand froze on the handle. Your heart beating against your chest. It wasn’t opening.
It’d been locked from the outside.