Brooklyn jumped for joy. “It’s over. I’ve defeated it!”
“Your loneliness? Stop pretending.”
“I’ve never liked your attitude. I’m standing on my own now.” Brooklyn reached for her bullet journal. “You sit there and watch me in all of my glory or leave.”
It was quiet for a few long minutes.
“Writing negative thoughts again, Brooklyn?”
“No and don’t say my name like that. I know who I am. Stop pestering me.” Brooklyn slid the journal under her bed.
“Still lonely. I can tell.”
In response, Brooklyn angrily pushed an empty chair out of her room. “See, I’m much better!”