Vivienne's POV
I thought I’d washed the tears from my face well enough, and even if I had, deep down I just knew for a fact that it wouldn't change anything. Even if I did get to scrub off evidence of me being weak, would it help to stop the ache that was currently coiling in my chest, whose sole purpose was to choke me to death?
Maybe I didn't look like I had just finished crying, maybe I did, but the bathroom mirror didn't show me anymore. It showed a girl who didn’t look quite broken anymore, but who wasn’t whole either. Without so much as another thought in my head, I forced my legs to move, forced myself out of that dingy little sanctuary, even though the walls in there still held the echo of Maverick’s words.
You want me to make her disappear?
I swallowed hard, but the phrase
