Amara's POV :
The knock on my door came at nine in the morning.
I looked through the peephole and saw Sarah standing there with two coffee cups and a paper bag.
I opened the door and we stared at each other for a second.
"I'm sorry," I said.
Sarah's eyebrows went up. "For what?"
"For pushing you away. For the fight.,for making you leave." I stepped back so she could come in. "You were worried about me and I just shut you out."
She walked inside and the smell of coffee filled my small apartment. She set the cups on my kitchen counter. "You're an idiot sometimes," she said, but she was already turning around to pull me into a hug. "But you're my best friend and I'm not going anywhere just because you're being stupid."
I hugged her back and my shoulders dropped a little.
She pulled away and handed me one of the coffees. The cup was warm against my palms and we sat down on my couch. The cushions dipped under our weight the way they always did.
