โงโห โ๐ขโ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ, ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ ๐ขโ๐ฆ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง๐, ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.. ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ๐ซ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ, ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ญ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง..๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ?โ
you liked izzie. like a whole lot. loved even. but youโd never admit it and neither would she, she had a situationship with alex and it wouldnโt work.
one night you were both up really late, baking, she baked as a way to calm down. you lick the spatula as she does most of the work
โso, you and alex? anything there..?โ you ask
โwell, maybe, i donโt know?โ she says putting the tin in the oven, you were both best friends regardless of the โissueโ
what will you do?