“I’m going for my lectures” Stan said as he peeked into my room.
“Alright, stay safe” I said as I snuggled into my blanket.
He walked into the room and sat at the edge of the bed, with a heavy sigh he said to me, “I know, it’s been almost a month since mom died~"
“Stan, I don’t wanna talk about it” I interrupted.
“You have to. You have to Sophia” he stated stubbornly.
“Stan~"
“No. Even if it’s not to me, talk to Jayden or Paris or even Angela”
“Why are you doing this now?” I asked him, annoyed at his behavior at such time of the morning.
“I care about you, and I don’t want to lose you too”
“Oh, Stan” I gently said as I felt a sense of guilt.
“I’m scared okay, you have been sick for a week now”
“I’ll be fine” I assured as I sat up.
“Yeah, you will be” he said, “When you actually
