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Emily, after listening to Aria’s distressed message tried reaching her but anytime she called, it went straight to voice-mail. She had left lots of messages but still got no response from her. This got her worried. She called Marjorie and Rhea to find out if they had heard from her but neither of them had. Concerned, Emily drove to Aria’s home.  She rang the bell several times but no answer. Emily grew more anxious. She knew what Aria could do in a depressed state.  She ran to the next house to fetch Paul. He forced the door open and Emily rushed in to find Aria lying unconscious on the bathroom floor with blood oozing from her wrist. Amidst sobbing and shaky hands, she dialed 911. Within a few minutes, paramedics arrived at the house. They tried to stabilize Aria but it was too late. She had lost too much blood.  Emily couldn’t believe her friend had finally succeeded in ending her own life. She called Marjorie and Rhea to pass on the news; they were devastated. H

At 5:00am, Rhea walked into her home, tired from a night out with the girls. She was glad they could cheer Marjorie up. She danced and laughe d the whole time. Emily was in high spirits too and so was Aria. She was exhausted though so she walked right to her bedroom and jumped straight into bed without taking off her clothes. Her sleep was cut short by a call from Emily at 12:00pm the next day. She was still drowsy and cursed as she rolled over to answer the phone. After talking to Emily, the sleep kinda went away so up to da kitchen she went; fixed herself a cup of coffee with scrambled eggs, turned on the TV, flipped through the channels and settled on Style. In the evening, Rhea sat and stared at her phone wondering if he'd ever call. He took her number on the dance floor and gave her a beep so she could have his. She saved his digits; secretly thrilled to the core and inwardly jumping with excitement.  It was getting late and he had still not called so she picked

Marjorie sat still. Lost in thought.   Heart pierced with tears spilling down her gorgeous face. How could she have been so stupid? She should have known.   She could have read between the lines. Instead, she was so smitten she didn't allow herself to think straight. How could he? She trusted him.   As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t stop weeping. She was too heartbroken. She just couldn’t think straight.   Just then, Emily walked in. “Marjorie, what happened?” she was stunned to see the place in such a mess. Tissues all over. “Marjorie, talk to me!”   She tried but couldn’t utter a word. All she could do was to look up at her friend. Emily shuddered when she saw raw pain and hurt in the light brown pupils of her friend as she looked into her eyes. She began to tear too as she reached out to her friend and hugged her. They wept on each other's shoulder.   In between her sobs, Marjorie tried to speak but she couldn’t. She only gasped for air. Sh