Sisse's awkward hug was her undoing and the tears welled up immediately. What Sisse said made sense. It was sort of what she'd been thinking the entire time. She should have known, should have felt something. She cared for him, of course she did, but clearly not as much as he said he did for her. The imbalance, the fights, the distance, none of it seemed quite right and maybe that was what had been holding her back, but Sloane didn't exactly feel like herself these days and she hated it. She should have been a better friend, less selfish, less caught up, but it was too late now.

So she cried into her mattress with Sisse holding on. "I'm so sorry." She mumbled into the covers. Sorry for losing her head, for ruining her friendships, for everything. She used to be a good friend, used to be able to separate everything, but now she was just sort of jumbled mess and she didn't know how to fix any of it; wasn't even sure it was possible anymore.