Mia
I walked back to the car without looking over my shoulder. The gravel crunched under my soles in the same slow rhythm that my mind had adopted… deliberate, steady and careful.
Josiah’s voice still hung in the air behind me like a storm that had decided to wait: his promise, his plea, his vow. He had said he would chase me anew. He had sworn to win me back. He didn't even ask himself whether I wanted to be won back. What made him think that I would even give him the time of day?
But after everything, I felt none of the panic he must have expected. No desperate softening, no quick surrender, no nostalgia whatsoever.
Instead, the vow settled into me the way rain settles into dry earth, a sound and a fixture and nothing more. Here now and forgotten. He had at last seen a sliver of wha
