bergiselle

    "I'm sorry," I said, and meant it.     She nodded, her expression unfathomable. "Me too."     There was a long pause.     "Just two days ago," I said quietly, avoiding her eyes, "we couldn't even be in the same room without going for each other's throats."     She turned away. "Yeah," she admitted. "But look at us now."     I continued, "And just two months ago we were the best of friends. But look at us now." This time I looked directly at her, smiling mirthlessly.     "But look at us now," she