Her room was almost entirely cream walls, except for the one behind her bed, which was painted a soft pastel pink. A fluffy cloud lamp sat on the shelf alongside a few photo frames, and her bedsheets were an immaculate white covered in small pink flowers. The carpet was a delicate shade of cream and looked impossibly soft.
I took my shoes off the moment I stepped inside, not wanting to ruin it, but also genuinely wanting to feel it under my feet. My room had a basic pile carpet, so this felt like stepping on a cloud by comparison.
"Wanna watch TV?" she asked, bouncing onto her bed and patting the spot beside her.
I nodded and quietly sucked on the small cut on my finger, willing the bleeding to stop.
"So, Nova, tell me about yourself." She smiled warmly. "I want to be your friend."
I chewed my lip. "I don't know where to start."
