[ There’s venom in her once cheerful blue eyes, ice forming her interior as she stares at her -- the one who betrayed her. Her fingers run over the sleeve of her dress as she averts her gaze, wondering why in the world she would come back. She got to leave and left her alone in the painting. So why. ]
Ib? [ It’s a hint of disbelief on her tongue at first, but then her tone becomes biting. ]
Go away. I don’t want to be your friend anymore.















