Sophia Brown suddenly lay on Ivy Grant's bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling there was nothing more comfortable than this moment.
"Do you know? I really wonder, we're so young, if we're not worried about this, we're anxious about that, why do we have to worry so much?"
When Ivy Grant heard Sophia speak like that, she thought that her own worries probably stemmed from a fear of loss, because having always had something made the fear of losing it mean she would feel particularly insignificant.
"You make sense. I hope I can change a bit, not to let their feelings affect me. Honestly, I need to work on my bad temper too. You definitely can't give up on me, okay?"
Ivy Grant stood before Sophia, looking down at her with a pleading tone that seemed so sincere.
Sophia also sat up straight from the bed, not understanding why Ivy still had to say such silly things to her at this point. She would never abandon her friend, of course.
