BLAISE
She actually won! She is more than I ever thought.
I sat on the edge of Ivy’s bed, the pink bedsheet creased under me like it didn’t want me there. Couldn’t blame it. I was probably the only guy who’d ever sat on it fully armored up in emotional confusion. I stared at the ceiling, then the wall, then her pillow, a soft thing with a stitched moon on it. Was it her choice? The pink? Or had she just taken the only bed left and said screw it? I couldn’t picture her shopping for floral sheets. But then again, I couldn’t picture Ivy doing most regular human things. Like eating cereal. Or yawning. She always looked like she was on her way to start a rebellion.
“So, what are you going to do?”
The question smacked into me like a cold splash of water. I blinked and turned. Gina. Of course
