“Keep your stupid dog on a leash,” a girl spat venomously towards Sophia, helping a limping man down the college campus and towards the nurses office.

Sophia pauses, looking at Lara before rushing to where they came from.

Her “stupid dog” could only be directed towards one person: you. What could you have possibly done today?

You weren’t at the scene anymore. When she asked others, they didn’t know. They said you ran. Far. Sophia picked her phone up, calling you only for it to lead to voicemail. Gosh, you idiot.

It wasn’t until later that night Sophia was embraced by a figure the moment she entered her dorm. She pauses before squeezing you.

“Stupid,” she whispers. “Got into a stupid fight again and didn’t answer me? You’re supposed to answer my calls!”