London Looks Better on Me — Sophie's Cream Dress

Why? Because you and Sophie turned me into a joke together, and you didn't even realize you were Because every time I worked hard for something, Sophie could erase it with one careless sentence. And you would always stand beside her and say,

She didn't mean it. Because I was finally tired. I just want to see somewhere new by yourself. You can't even take the subway without going the wrong I'm hanging up. I cut him off. I still have packing to do Sarah

I ended the call the second my screen went dark a message from Sophie popped up, Sarah I heard you're quitting. Are you kidding me? Lol. What are you even going to do without me and Luke? You probably won't even find clothes in your size by yourself in London. Stop being Come out this weekend dinners on me. Okay, my apology treat

I stared at the part about not finding clothes in my size for a long time I didn't reply. I tossed my phone onto the bed and wheeled my suitcase into the living room. A hair clip Sophie had left behind the week before was still on the coffee table.

A glittery little bow. That day, she had worn a size small dress that hung loose around her waist, while complaining that she'd gotten so fat lately. I picked up the clip, then I dropped it into the trash.

The doorbell rang. When I opened the door, Sophie was standing there. She wore a cream knit dress. Her hair styled in loose waves, with a bag of fruit in one hand.

You're actually packing? Oh my god, Sarah, you're really leaving? Stepped aside and let her in. She put the fruit on the coffee table and turned around.

Her eyes were actually red. Is this because of what happened last time? I told you, I was drunk. Sarah, you're not seriously leaving just because-

Her voice faded. She lowered her head and twisted the hem of her dress between her fingers. What am I supposed to do if you leave?