Mia’s POV
Morning came too quickly.
I barely slept.
Everytime I closed my eyes, I was back at the overlook, standing beside Loren with the city lights below us and his voice is too steady, too honest, saying things I had been trying hard not to think about.
When something happens, you are the first person I think about.
Terrible. Absolutely terrible.
Because now I could not stop replaying it.
And to make it worse, I believed it. That was the problem.
I did not only believe what he said, but the fact that a part of me wanted him to say it.
I stared at the swiping for a long time before finally giving myself up on sleep and dragging myself up from the bed.
Morning light slipped weakly through the curtains, too bright for the little rest I had gotten. My room looked exactly the same
