[Irene Miles’ POV]
“Let me repeat it for you… I am asking if my presence makes a difference in your life, in your heart? Initially, I thought I understood what you felt, but for a few days... I feel like I don’t know you anymore, much less understand sheer analysis based on the little knowledge I have. Am I supposed to be a part of your life? Or should I be by your side at all?” He said with his usual unwavering blank face and words.
“This frozen wish bud… you said it was a myth, right? It’s not essential to show the truth. Moreover, the bud can be faulty and uh… maybe I don’t have enough warmth in my palms to make it bloom…”
“You are doing it again… running from the consequences of your actions. Trying to lie to yourself just to make yourself feel less guilty. Be it hunting that rabbi
