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It was hard for her to see the pain there and know that she was the cause of it, but she knew long-term that this had to be better for both of them. She couldn’t allow herself to feel locked here by a friendship she supported for all of the wrong reasons. Both of them deserved more than the kind of love that spaced them; not drawing them together as it should.

Bridget came forward, sitting back on her hips so that she could draw an embrace without toppling over.

I don’t know where I’ll go yet, but I’ll check in soon. She added, her voice tighter with emotion as the reality of it set in. She was sorry it was a step she needed to take, but it wasn’t something she felt the need to apologize for; the sorry part was the situation they were placed in that neither could help.