As they walked down the road, him limping once or twice and her, burning a little bit but managing to not say a word about it and Axel staring at her every chance he got.
She was not Misha.
He did not know why he did the comparison when he was already very much sure and aware that Misha was gone but he could not help it.
Their differences were so eye glaring that it made him feel like this was all so surreal.
He could have imagined Misha's reaction if she was in this girls shoes.
She would be asking questions, chatting non stop, her energy was something that he would give all his worry possessions to feel again.
And she always smelled of flowers.
But....
This one did not.
Her reaction to him was that of cold and an immense silent treatment, like she could be anywhere but here, lik
