Sofi's side. [Lore?] [Slight TW.]
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Carrie had an… odd relationship with Sofi to say the least. When she had first been taken in, it was somewhat awkward. They had wound up growing closer, similar to roomates? It was hard to say. Though Carrie’d be lying if she said they were still… that close?
Sofi is obviously very upset by this. But she didn’t try to force a relationship on Carrie, as she was a teenager going through… teenager things. She hadn’t actually been a teenager in a while, so it was hard to say. She wouldn’t exactly say she had some sort of ‘motherly instinct’ when taking care of the teenager, because she didn’t. Carrie wasn’t even… normal. She didn’t mean to be rude while saying this, but she was- different. Crazy? An understatement. Sofi could hardly count the amount of times she’s seen Carrie walk into the house, covered in blood. (Usually, Sofi didn’t even know if it was Carrie’s or not.)
What frustrated Sofi, is Carrie never opened up. Almost never. There were a few, (yet quite rare) moments where Sofi’d find herself sitting on the light grey couch in the living room, holding that usually stoic teenager, in her arms; sobbing.
She still can’t get that one moment out of her head. That one moment where Carrie practically begged her for something she could never do.
“I know you can. Just- Kill me. Please.”
