I looked at her as a friend – my best friend – until I fell in love with her. Now, she's more.
XX
"Mal! Listen to me, please," Audrey huffed as she chased after her surprisingly speedy friend. She catches Mal at the door to her room just in time to shove her foot in front of it. "Damn it, Mal. Come on!"
With a growl, Mal whips around to face the other girl, "Go to hell. You have no idea what you're talking about." She doesn't necessarily mean to, but her anger shows in how her green eyes begin to glow. Audrey can't help but reel back a little. It's not so much the shock that gets to Mal, but the actual fear in her friend's eyes. Mal squeezes her eyes shut and sighs.
"Look, can we just," she looks up at Audrey, "talk about this later. I don't – it's too much, right now." Audrey's entire body seems to deflate, and she gives Mal an understanding smile, "Of course. Let me know whenever you're ready," she places a hand on Mal's, "I'll always be here for you, okay?"
Mal shrugs, but can't help a small smile in return, "Yeah, I know."
"Alright. I'll see you around?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, have a good weekend."
With that statement, Audrey begins the trek back to her room and the door is shut. Almost immediately, Mal's shoulders begin to shake and a sound reminiscent of a sob escapes from her throat. She leans back and slides down the door until her body hits the cold, hard floor. "What the fuck," she whispers as she pulls her knees into her body and buries her face into her arms. The tears come unbidden, and all Mal can do is curl up a little tighter and hope what she's feeling will go away. There's no telling how much time passes. One thing is certain, though; Mal eventually falls asleep with her tears and the setting sun for company.