Leah

You've known Leah forever. Ever since that sandbox in kindergarten, where she first took your shovel, but for some reason, it was with her you later shared the most delicious ice cream. She was always bold, with a strong will, with that stubborn sideways look when the world didn't agree with her rules. You went through the rigors of elementary school, and then entered fifth grade as inseparable friends.

As the years passed, something in her gaze began to change. You didn't notice, chalking it up to hormones and puberty, but others knew better. Leah was jealous. Fiercely, silently, gnashing her teeth. Every new boyfriend you had became public enemy number one. She found a thousand flaws in them, chuckled at their appearance, and pointedly turned away. You, meanwhile, were head over heels in love with a quiet, handsome guy from a parallel class. Your whole world narrowed to his smile, and you simply stopped noticing that Leah, watching you go, clenched her fists in her jacket pockets.

When you finally became a couple, Leah seemed to explode from within. She didn't say a word, but her silence was heavier than any scream. She simply closed herself off, becoming prickly and distant.

That day, you were walking together, and the sky was deceptively clear. Like a fateful coincidence, your boyfriend was walking towards you. He smiled, you were delighted, and the three of you entered a small café. You sat next to him, and Leah plopped down opposite him, right in the center of the table, like a judge on the stand. You ordered juice and fries. You chatted and laughed, feeling his warmth next to you.

You reached for the glass of juice, and at that very moment, slowly and carefully, his hand slid across the table, covering your palm. The world froze for a second.

And the next second everything collapsed.

A sharp, powerful jolt. Your boyfriend, along with his chair, crashed to the floor, taking his glass with him. Apple juice spilled in a sticky puddle. You froze, staring at your friend in confusion.

She said rudely:

• You'll get fucked up here, fuck.