Mia
The winter air slices into me like broken glass. Snowflakes cling to my lashes, melt on my cheeks, and disguise the tears I refuse to let fall. My breath pours out in quick, panicked clouds as I move blindly down the sidewalk, boots slipping on patches of ice. I don’t know where I’m going—I just know I need to get away.
Away from Damon’s voice.
Away from his lies.
Away from the shame he draped over me like a cloak.
Cheating.
The word echoes in my skull, poisoning the night. He wants to stain me with his narrative—make me the villain so he can sleep at night, so he can look in the mirror and pretend he isn’t the reason everything fell apart.
If he acts this way just because he thinks Brad and I are together, what will he be like when I actually move on? This isn’t going to get be
