MIA’S POV
Walking back to my room after the conversation with Tristan, I felt a strange heaviness in my chest. I had told him to be with Daisy, and he had agreed. It was the right thing to do—for both of them. Daisy was kind and had been nothing but family to me, and Tristan deserved someone who could give him everything.
But even knowing that didn’t stop the ache in my heart. Tristan was the one person I didn’t truly resent. He had searched for me, cared for me, and never treated me like I was worthless. He was the closest thing to a friend, maybe even more, and now, he belonged to Daisy.
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone. My thoughts were tangled, and I felt torn between relief and sadness. Relief that Tristan had found someone like Daisy, and sadness that it wasn’t me.
