“You okay?” Triston asked the question he'd been asking way too many times since Sophie left.
At first I nodded, but later decided to be truthful. “Not really actually.”
“Wanna talk about it?” He was sitting on his bed, the duvet covering his lower half while I just stayed there on the chair beside his bed.
Today had been really tiring actually.
Not that I was doing anything much, but just the thought of Sophie and Stella exhausted my brain.
It didn't help that I hadn't seen either of them all day (though I wasn't certain what I'd say if we did see each other).
“I feel like a really terrible friend to Sophie,” I admitted, eyes closed as I leaned back against the chair, “I made her betray her sister and even acted like her boss. And to worsen it all, I had to actually blame her twice
