@seasidcheights (starter for Camille)
Una had called her best friend the moment she was alone in her apartment. She was emotionally exhausted, having screamed and cried as her boyfriend told her he was leaving her. He’d fed her some bullshit about how he’d met someone else, how he felt more alive with his new girlfriend than he ever had with Una. As soon as he’d packed up the last of his things that were laying around her place, Una had called Camille to come over right away. She’d been sobbing on the phone, and it had taken at least three tries for her to fully explain to Camille what happened. Now, she sat on the couch in her living room curled up into a ball, her chin resting on her knees. When she heard a knock on the front door, she called out “Its open.” She was too drained to move from where she sat on the couch to open the door.
