Izzy and Diana. Diana and Izzy. We've always been best friends. So it didn't make sense when Diana fucked me over. And it certainly doesn't make sense why we're sitting next to each other on a plane bound for Spain. Or why she volunteered to be my fake date to my sister's wedding. I think I'm going crazy. But then I look at her and it's as if everything's set in perspective. I'm definitely going crazy. Because I can't stop thinking about her fruity smell or her lips. And the way they had felt against mine all those years ago.
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