Mira
The door clicked shut behind Lincoln, and suddenly the room felt impossibly small for Mira.
She stood there, frozen, her arms wrapped around herself as if she could physically hold the guilt together before it spilled everywhere.
The angry and put together facade was long gone.
She couldn’t bring herself to look at Allen, not after everything she had put him through these past few days.
The silence stretched between them for an unknown amount of time.
“Mira.” His voice was soft, careful.
“Look at me.”
She shook her head, staring at the floor. Mira’s throat felt tight, words trapped somewhere behind the shame that had filled up her chest.
“Please.” Allen pleaded, he only ever pleaded with Mira, his heart lurched painfully when she didn't look up.
Does she still feel disgu
