He stared at me for a few seconds before muttering. “It’s not the same.”
“Then explain it to me!” I demanded, “Because from where I’m standing, it feels exactly the same. You’re pulling away from me, Kai, and I don’t understand why. There is no valid reason.”
Something flickered across his face—pain, confusion, guilt? He sat heavily on the couch in my room, patting the space beside him. After a moment’s hesitation, I joined him, maintaining a careful distance.
He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily. “It’s…complicated.”
“Then uncomplicate it,” I said firmly. “tell me the truth, Kai. Whatever it is, I can handle it.”
He hesitated again, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.
“When I’m around Mia,” he began. “I feel…déjà vu. Like I’ve met her before. Sometimes, I get these … fl
