NATALIA
Ivy took time to comfort me. She just listened to everything I yammered until I finally calmed down. I appreciated it, but it also raised some questions in my mind.
“Do you feel better now?” she asked, sighing as she looked at my face. My eyes must have been so swollen by now. Maybe because Ivy knew me all too well, whenever she asked me, everything just exploded on me.
I’ve been through so much in my life that I was rarely fazed by how people were mean to me. Even then, Ivy has always protected me, but I rarely cried like this. Not this much.
I slowly nodded, “Sorry for putting you through this all the time.”
She shrugged, “What can I do? I’m the best friend in this story.”
“You’re more than just my best friend, you know. You’re my sister, and I’m nothing but grateful that
