Leah turned her head and saw Diana leaning against the edge of the bed, her expression gradually becoming indescribable.
Seemingly... sympathetic.
Leah: ...
Leah:"Do you think I'm a little pitiful?"
Diana nodded.
Leah: "...I kind of am too, but I'm okay with it."
The potato chips in her hand didn't taste as good anymore.
Leah pulled the blanket over her head.
Time for sleep.
...
In the middle of the night, Diana was in a drowsy slumber when she was abruptly awakened by the chill.
She reached out and, sure enough, her blanket had been kicked to the side.
Sitting up, she pulled the displaced blanket back to the bed's edge.
"Ah, it's so much better sleeping with John," she thought groggily to herself. "He not only covers me with warmth but also a sense of security."
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