“Hello, Mia.” Richard smiles at me with a soft gaze. The same one that shouts ‘Fake!’ and ‘Creep!’
“Hello Mr Winston.” I whimper in fright. My throat is almost compressed and hoarse. I am sweating buckets and covered in goosebumps.
“I am sorry, Mia. I failed you.”
“Ugh?”
It's like thunder claps in my ears. I am so shocked that my breathing glitches, making me have a sudden hiccup. My saliva misses its route and goes up my windpipe, making my brain burst out in sharp, pinching pain. My eyes turn red and I tear up as a sudden boot of coughs ravages my throat. “Cough, chough chough…”
I must've heard wrong. That's why my ears are buzzing. Because they don't work right.
Did he just apologize?
You don't see Richard and associate him with humility or remorse. He looks, walks, talks like
