Isabella Monroe POVI lay Sophia on her bed and glance around her room. It’s beautiful. Not like mine. Mine is small, below average. But I won’t lie to myself. Sleeping in a soft, comfortable bed feels good. I work at a restaurant next to my studies just to afford my own needs. I don’t like depending on anyone.She grabs my hand, her fingers weak and warm, and mumbles sleepily,"Don’t go anywhere, please. Sleep next to me. I need you."I sigh, annoyed but also soft inside,"But I don’t want to stay here. You know I don’t want trouble with your mother. And honestly, I’d be more comfortable in my own place."She stutters, half asleep,"Stop being stubborn. They won’t be back early tomorrow. Trust me."I give in. Like always. Her stubbornness beats my pride every single time.She is my weakness. No one has ever given me this kind of care. This kind of attachment.Suddenly, thoughts crash into my head out of nowhere.I rush to her, shaking her shoulders in panic,"Sophia, wake up. I’m scr
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