Eve

Days blurred into one another, each one heavier than the last.

The office had become a stage for the strangest performance: Mia and I, acting like strangers who happened to share the same air. She was all clipped sentences and perfect posture, addressing me as “ma’am” in emails, dropping files on my desk without meeting my eyes. No more late-night voice notes, no random memes, no “girl, you won’t believe what just happened.” Just cold, unnecessary professionalism that made my skin crawl.

I missed her. God, I missed the real Mia—loud laughs in the kitchen at 2 a.m., ugly-crying over sad movies, the friend who knew exactly when I...