Mish's POV
Two weeks, fourteen days and more hours than I wish to count.....
How I have survived this long I have no idea, but the aching in my chest seems to worsen with each passing day, distractions seeming to become less and less of a reprieve.
Running, pushing myself to the limits and beyond seems to be the only thing I find solace in now.
Kyan puffs beside me, my steps slowing in an unrequested but very needed breather for him.
This isn't our first run. It also isn't the first time Kyan looks at me like I'm half insane, half bionic solider.
Beau doesn't look at me that way.... neither does Jiren or Patrick.
The look makes me feel.... makes me feel weird and... and embarrassed.
"We can head back if you like" I jest.
"How... how... your father... he..." Kyan responds between b
