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I ignore her comment and go through the likes.
@kingmadison I miss you. A sincere smile comes onto my face. One that doesn’t feel heavy or forced. @kingtillie we’re fighting. I roll my eyes at her comment. She may not be my biological sister anymore, but blood isn’t thicker than a soul bond. I hit reply to them both. @saintvitiosis why have you both changed your usernames? Am I missing something already? I finish up in my bath and don’t slide out until the water turns cold and my fingers have aged one thousand years. I’ve just changed into a new set of clothes when there’s a knock on my door.
I plaster a fake smile onto my face. “Come in.” I have to swallow the bitterness I’m holding in my gut. I don’t want to be around anyone right now. Or ever, maybe. There’s something inside of me that has been taken. The light. It wasn’t Brantley’s darkness that blew my light out, it was the truth.
“So, we’re bringing you snacks, movies, and water, because I love you, but I don’t think alcohol is a good idea with the state you’re in.” Ophelia walks into my bedroom like she owns it, placing bags of junk food on my bed, Ivy following closely behind her. Ivy pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose and tucks her shoulder-length hair behind one ear.
Ophelia looks between us. “Ivy is cool. She is team you.”
I smile at Ivy and she slowly moves onto the edge of my bed while Ophelia gets comfortable and turns on the TV that’s in the corner of my bedroom.
“So what are we watching?” I ask, taking three Cheetos out of the bag and nibbling on them.
“Some slasher-type shit.”
I choke on my “food” and we both burst out laughing. I think I even saw Ivy shed a small hint of laughter.