I went over to visit Frida.
She had been crying.
There was a tissue box next to her and she had soaked her pillow.
Frida?
Cassandra?
I came to apologize for the rumor I spread.
I thought you were my girl.
But you're not you're just a fake.
I don't care about what Joe said it will never hurt as hard as what you said.
I'm very disappointed in you.
Frida?
Forgive me.
No I can't not now.
And I would do anything for you but not anymore.
