I'm never going to 'not come' because of you. You're my friend.I finally turn around so I can reassure her some more, but I freeze. Guilt stabs me deeply.She's crying.It's not full-out bawling, but in the little light available I see two wet trails slowly dripping from sorrowful eyes.Ivy?Her wet eyes close as she slumps forward, her shoulders shuddering.
~ Colleen Boyd