better with you by this wild life
"I'm better with you, you're better with me
I still miss all our nights
Even fights were all better with you"
Pursed lips and trembling hands, the blonde let out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding. She didn't know him well, she assumed the same went with him. Their whatever-it-is you wanted to call it, roommates? friends? it didn't matter. Yet somehow these past few weeks were the only weeks she felt like she wasn't pretending. They fought. A lot. A lot more than her and James but it was d i f f e r e n t. It was..real and it was tiring but she missed it. It just felt..seemed too quiet around here now that it was just her. Amber shook her head, she didn't need to sit here and let this change how she went about her life. She was exactly like that before, priding herself on her beauty and the way she held herself in public. This wasn't any different.