"Mia, wait up!"
As soon as Mia finished speaking, she walked away, leaving me to chase after her and grab her wrist after nearly five minutes of regaining my composure from her harsh words.
"Let go," Mia said calmly, looking at her wrist that I was holding.
"Can we talk? I want to explain," I pleaded with her. Being close to her again made me even more certain of my feelings, reinforcing them more than ever.
"Do we... really have anything to talk about?" Mia raised her eyebrows slightly and asked me.
"I know you don't want to talk to me, but Milan is not at fault here," I tried to speak as quickly as possible, fearing she wouldn't tolerate listening to me.
"I'm not at fault either, so why was I tricked into leaving my responsibilities behind like this?" she retorted. She was right. I
