"You don't mean it," Karma murmured, blinking back a few tears.
"This isn't something I want to be challenged on."
"No one sane throws away ten years of friendship over this!"
"You're constantly changing into someone more and more different from me," Amy argued, "I liked it before, when it was just me and you. But you weren't satisfied with that."
"In case you haven't clued in, we were losers before. We had no other friends. You wouldn't have had Shane in your life," Karma shot back. "We were pretty much destined to a life with the Good Karma food truck my parents own."
"At least that didn't come with a side of Liam Booker."
"Why must you be so difficult?"
"Because you've been so self-centered and I'm done."
"What do you want from me, Amy," Karma sighed.
"I told you. I don't want anything to do with you. I'm in love with my straight best friend, who happens to be in love with someone else. And I shouldn't be. It's a tired-out twenty-first century cliché. Nothing is the same. And the worst part is ... nothing will be."
"That's not true."
"We both know it is. I don't know what you're chasing anymore."
"I'm chasing my best friend."
"That's hilarious, because I could've sworn I was your best friend, not Liam."
"You know what I meant."
"I do. And that's why I'm asking you to leave. Besides, it's late."
"I'm not leaving."
"Suit yourself," Amy responded, glaring at Karma as she walked over to flip off the light switch. She rolled back into bed and slipped underneath the sheets, purposefully turning away from her ex-best friend, who was leaning comfortably against the doorframe.
Karma's presence haunted Amy's thoughts as she attempted to fall asleep. Her eyelids were heavy yet her mind was unforgiving, and she lied awake in bed for what felt like an hour. In mind, she was conflicted – it was reassuring that Karma had chosen to stay put, yet frustrating that she could not offer what Amy wanted. There was a part of Amy that longed for Karma to enchant her with a grand romantic gesture, before her strict reality scoffed at the reverie and broke down her hope once more. Time continued to move slowly, until her annoyance hit the boiling point.
"Can you quit breathing so damn loudly?" Amy finally snapped as she turned to her doorway.
But Karma was gone.