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*CHRISTINA*
"Why? Why her!" I say trembling. Warm tears falling down my face and a now very wet tissue in my hand.
My best friend Y/b/f/n, died recently in a car crash and her funeral is in a few days. While in midst of my sobbing, the front door opened and closed, telling me my boyfriend Logan has came home. I then quickly turn on the TV, wipe my tears and try to act as normal as possible.
"Christina?" He yells.
"In here." I say as I then hear foot steps coming in my direction.
"Are you okay?" He asks me sitting beside me on our living room couch.
"I'm fine." I say with a crack in my voice. Shit.
"Are you su-" he starts but before he could even finish, I start to sob once again. Logan then takes me in his arms and I cry into his chest.
"I missed so much." I say as Logan strokes my hair.
"I know, I do too." He says with tears wanting to go down but he blinks them away. After being in his arms for I while, I finally stopped crying and looked up at my boyfriend.
"I'm glad that I have your Couture." I tell him.
"All because of Y/B/F/N, she brought us together, and we will stay together. For her." Logan says.
"For her." I repeat and Logan leaves a gentile kiss on my forehead.
"I love you Christina."
"I love you more."
"Impossible."
