âyou seem nice? maybe not midwestern.â she chewed on her lip, smiling at the girl. âtexas huh? wouldnât have stricken you for a complete southern gal.â in florida, southern meant two different things. the south in florida didnât mean the same as south from alabama. it was funny to wren how a state could completely feel like itâs not even a part of the the bigger picture. âwhere in texas? houston? dallas? austin? arlington?â she didnât know many places in texas, except for the places her and kennedy would travel to when they were younger. âgod bless that barista. people like her deserve the best in life.â she laughed once more. âone day at a time is also easier said than done. i feel like iâm constantly in the past, yâknow? even those days donât make sense, how am i supposed to make sense of today? my ex is confusing the hell out of me. one moment its this, one moment is thatâitâs whiplash really. my sister would tell me to collect the shattered pieces of my broken life and move on with it. get over itâbut again, easier said than done. right?â wren didnât noticed how much she rambled, but once she did her cheeks turned red. âsorry about thatâi didnât know what got to me there.â
âreally? wow. not that i thought i seemed like a bitch or anything, iâm just surprised i come off as nice.â maybe it was just her own self-consciousness, her constant fear that she was actually a total asshole speaking. wrenâs next statement made ivy laugh â she definitely didnât seem like a southern girl anymore, did she? âluckily, iâve had lost of time to practice getting rid of my accent. but if you ever see me very, very drunk...i might slip up,â the blonde confessed with another giggle. âiâm impressed by your texas knowledge. iâm from around dallas,â ivy told her. as wren mentioned something about being stuck in the past, it struck a chord in the older girlâs heart, absolutely understanding where she was coming from. âwell,â ivy drawled, taking a brief moment to consider all of wrenâs rambling before she spoke. âif it helps at all, i donât think any of us can make sense of...well, anything, really. itâs so hard to even try to comprehend stuff, when everything all feels so...confusing,â she concluded, letting out a sigh. ivy definitely knew about trying to unpack the past, and how it affected the now. though most of the time, she felt like she was doing more running from it than anything else. âsorry about your ex, thatâs a lot to deal with. iâd say stop talking, but i assume itâs not that easy, right?â ivy questioned, tilting her head to the side curiously. âeasier said than done. right. itâs okay, though. you can talk to me. i wonât pretend my advice is worth much, but...iâm an okay listener, i think.â she shrugged.