It had to be the scariest thing she’d done other than she decided to go get help. She felt stable, not better, but a place where she could grow. Healthier, happier, and back to where she wanted to start when she first moved. But now, she had to face her first real friend and hopefully mend whatever remained of that. Making dinner for him seemed like the best bet, even going as far to make cookies. She’d just pulled them out of the oven when she heard someone coming up the steps. She couldn’t help feeling nervous, she knew this was for the best but chance of rejection ,even of a friendship, never got easier.
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