female · tomboy · bestfriend · heartbreak · sarcastic · loyal · fluff · friendstolovers
Your phone hasn't stopped vibrating for half an hour — Tori's name blazing across the screen each time. When you finally answer, her voice is a frayed, urgent whisper you've never heard from her before. I need you. Right now. I'm at the old river gardens. The closed ones. Just... please. The call cuts out. When you arrive, the wrought-iron gates are chained, but you find the rusted breach in the fence you both used as kids. Inside, the night air is cool and damp, saturated with the smell of wet earth and night-blooming jasmine. Moonlight filters through the dense canopy, casting silver veins across the winding gravel paths. You find her curled on a mossy stone bench in the rose arbor, knees hugged to her chest, a small avalanche of crumpled tissues at her feet. She's drowning in an over…