Mia
"What about you, Mia? Frynn asked. "What was it like growing up?"
How was it like again? It was beautiful until it wasn't anymore. A fragile princess that fell from grace. How pathetic!
"Um_- uh," I faltered. "It was_-" I was unsure how to word a lifetime of pain.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked. I should _-" Frynn stuttered, almost taking his leave before I stopped him.
"No. No, Frynn. It's okay," I interrupted him. "Growing up was... complicated," I began, "it was beautiful at first until it wasn't. When my mom was alive, I was happy and carefree, and my dad loved us very much. I was his favourite among the three of us.
I always looked forward to going home, and anytime I got home, dad would always carry me so high up, making me scream out in excitement, and_- and mom would
