She stayed like that for the next few days, only leaving her bed to take perfunctory showers and eat once in a while. Blessing kept checking on her over text, and Bitter kept lying that she was doing great, insisting that her best friend stay cocooned with Alex. It would be better for Blessing that way, to be in the arms of the person who loved her. She didn’t need to be babysitting Bitter, and Bitter didn’t need anyone’s help. Her part in the revolution was done, bloody and complete.
