Tears silently worked their way down Janice's face. She grabbed her cloak--she'd gotten a new one during their shopping trip--and flung the hood over her face; but the once-familiar served only as a reminder of her pain, and a time when nobody had ever loved her.
How could she have thrown away something so valuable as her best friend? What had led her to do something so rash and wrong? She pulled her hood down lower, shoved her hands deep into her pocket, and kept her head down. Hiding her pain was something she'd grown weak at doing during these last few weeks, but her old instincts came to her aid steadily. Don't cry. Keep your head low. Don't think about it.
Don't think about it.
"She's not my friend," Janice whispered, trying to convince herself, but the words only hurt more. Why couldn't she push the pain away? Why couldn't she push any of her pain away? "I ha--" she swallowed. "I hate--"
But she didn't.
"I want you back..." her voice cracked. "Come back, Cadenza... I'm sorry..."