MIA’S POV:
Love is not subtle or straight. It is like a parabola, rising at one point and diving down at another. Love can be consuming and frustrating. It fills your soul with a never-ending urge to be not contempt with what you are getting in the name of love. Day by day it consumes you and one day you realize there is nothing left in you, expect the image of your beau stuck to your soul. Elijah’s love is engraved in my soul like that and it has consumed me and devoured me for years. Now there is just a hollow Mia, filled with the never-ending love for Elijah.
Waking up early in the morning I stretched myself and got out of bed. Caging my hair in a rough bun I paced myself to the small hole in the wall, which was like the bars of prison with long steel rods arranged horizontally and ve
