Mavis Pov
It was so immature of him, I thought quietly to myself, even though a pang of guilt hit me as I considered the struggles Michael was facing because of my actions. I wanted to ignore it all, but the pain in his eyes made it impossible to look away.
"Hey, are you alright?" Samson's voice broke through my thoughts, catching me off guard.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a bit worn out," I replied, forcing a smile.
"You're tired? Well, let's head out then," Samson suggested, concern etched on his face.
"No, really, it's fine. We can stay a little longer," I insisted.
"Mavis, it's alright. I can tell you're not feeling well, so let's go," he said gently, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"But Samson," I protested once more.
"It's okay; your well-being comes first. Don't worry abo
