In her life, Mia found waiting to be the most agonizing thing. She had tasted this kind of feeling, waiting with full expectation until gradually falling into despair. Her heart was repeatedly tortured, never having a moment of relaxation.
Perhaps even Yannick himself didn't know how ambiguous those two words were in her eyes, giving her hope but also making her afraid to hope for too much.
She stared at the two words, lost in thought. When she came back to her senses, her hand had already typed the word "okay."
She froze.
Was this "okay" in response to his request to talk, or...to wait for him?
Feeling annoyed, Mia deleted the word, threw her phone aside, turned off the light, and buried herself in the covers.
Tossing and turning, she didn't fall asleep until one or tw
