Miles
I shouldn't have come back.
Every voice in my head told me to walk away after what I said. After what I saw. But I couldn't. Something about the way she looked at me, like she wanted to believe me, like she was terrified to, had carved a hole in my chest.
And I couldn't leave it like that.
I paced outside her door for what felt like hours, my fists gripped, words running wild in my mouth. Everything I'd buried, every reason I was here, none of it made sense anymore. It had all started with orders, with loyalty to a plan.
Lucius. The Council. The future.
But somewhere along the way, her laugh started haunting me. The way she bites the inside of her cheek when she's anxious. The way she stares out windows like they might open into a better world.
I knocked before
