"When you are happy you can forgive a great deal."
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P.O.V Rose Elizabeth
"You know... I never liked that Patricia girl." Georgina informed me with her chin raised confidently, "Back in Long Island, she was always causing trouble. Whenever she came to our home, she would always wear my makeup and ruin it. And she was always such a mean girl." she pointed out and I rolled my eyes as we walked in the busy streets of the Upper East Side, "And I'm not even mentioning what she did to Jimmy."
"It was an accident, G." I told her with a small smile. I know how much Jimmy meant to her, but I wanted to laugh about the situation so badly. Till this day, she holds bad feelings towards Patty because of what she did to her beloved Jimmy.
"I loved him more than anything! He was always there for me, no matter what... And he ran away from me because of that little mean bitch," she sighed and stopped to look at a shoe store that we passed buy, "I'll never forgive her again, R. And you shouldn't too. She left you alone at a party, in which you knew no one but her. Do you think that's fair?" she asked me while entering the shop.
I followed her right after, seeing how mesmerized she was by the many different pairs in exposition. It looked like she never went to a shoe store, when in fact she goes shopping two or three times a week.
"Patty has always been there for me, even when I had no friends. Just her and Liam." I told Georgina whole she was inspecting a red pair of stilettos. I'm pretty sure she has like hundreds of those, but she is looking at them like they are the most singular pair of shoes in the universe.
"That's true," she told me quietly, "but what has she done for you? I mean, what did you used to do when you were together?" she placed the pair of stilettos back where they were previously and moved to inspect the next pair. This time, it was some yellow sandals.
I thought about her question, "I mean, we used to play together with barbies, even though she broke a big number of them." I answered her. But what was wrong with that? Some kids are more violent than others.
"What about when you were both teenagers?" Georgina asked me with her arms crossed in front of her chest and her eyebrows raised.
"We used to talk about... stuff." I shrugged, not wanting to answer her question. I was starting to understand what Georgina was talking about.
"What stuff, Rose?"
I sighed, "Her stuff. But that's because I had nothing to say about my life, since it used to be extremely monotonous, while she had so many interesting things happening in her life." I tried to justify Patty's behavior but Georgina was right.
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