Liam:
I didn’t expect her to answer the door.
Not after the sparring spree.
But she did.
She opened it quietly, her expression unreadable. Tired. Distant. Still so beautifully composed that I hated myself all over again.
“What is it this time, Liam?” She asked, her voice more tired than ever. She had cried a lot. I knew to expect her to be tired.
I walked inside calmly, my arms crossed over my chest before I closed the door behind me. I stood there for a second, unsure how to start.
“I didn't want you to be alone. This is why I came.” I said, looking her in the eye. She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head as a small broken smile formed on her lips.
“You being around us, sparring, well, me hitting you, the yelling and everything that happened, it's not going to chang
