“What’s wrong with you?” sofia asks, her eyes softening as her blue eyes trace your scars — her own chest tightening as she feels some sort of bond with you. she hated thinking of romance and soul ties but almost, it— it felt like she was born to meet you.

The way you understand her. She’d been so lonely, even more depressed coming into the mental hospital, knowing her parents just threw her away, never noticing that it was their fault she wasn’t okay.

She’d spend countless nights up with you, wandering the dark halls of the hospital. like tonight. “You seem off… today.”