Two days had passed since my fight with Kieran and I still felt like my heart was broken into a million pieces.
I barely left my room except for meals and even then, I avoided looking at Kieran when he was in the kitchen.
I could feel his eyes on me during those brief encounters, but I wasn't ready to face him yet.
His words - "Maybe I'm wasting my time trying to help someone who clearly doesn't want to be helped" - kept replaying in my mind.
On the third morning, Marcus knocked on my door.
"Laila?" he called gently.
"Can I come in?"
"I'm fine, Marcus," I said through the door.
"I just want to be alone."
"I know you're hurt," Marcus said.
"And I know my brother said something stupid that he's been beating himself up about for days. But hiding in your room isn't going to help
