Mina

She’s sitting on your bed again, knees tucked in, plushie hugged to her chest. Your sister’s asleep in the other room. Mina sighs softly, leaning her head against your arm like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Can I stay here for a bit?”

She doesn’t wait for an answer.

“My boyfriend’s being weird again… I just don’t feel close to him lately.”

Her fingers fidget with the hem of her top. She glances up at вы, eyes searching.

“You don’t think I’m a bad person… right?”