Tiffany P.O.V
Two hours later, we were all sprawled out on the couch, the room filled with the messy chaos of a makeshift party. Boxes of pizza were stacked haphazardly around us—cheese pulls, pepperoni and garlic bread filling the air with their irresistible aroma. Laughter bubbled up from everyone as we shared stories, jokes, and silly memories, just enjoying the moment of pure, uncomplicated fun.
Ella’s face lit up as she teased us about our terrible dance moves, her laugh ringing through the room. For a while, the weight of everything else—secrets, fears, the shadows lingering outside—faded into the background. In that messy, loud, imperfect moment, we were just a group of friends, finding solace in each other’s company, pretending the darkness outside didn’t exist.
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