“Drink this,” Carol handed a mug of cinnamon tea to me. I lazily grabbed it from her hand. I was curled in her couch, knees pressed together.
I took a sip and flinched. “It’s hot.” I complained, placing the mug on the small table in my front. I sneezed, covering my nose.
Carol slouched beside me, laughing a little under her breath as if I hadn’t dumped all my life problems on her a couple of hours ago.
I had no energy to eye her so I just retreated to my shell. Her hand came forward to caress my hair backward. It was soothing.
“Everything will be okay, T” She murmured. “You don’t have to go see Jeremy. You don’t even have to speak to him forever if you don’t want to. I hate dickheads.” She said.
A faint smile appeared on my lips. “Of course you do. I mean, you once slapped Chris publ
