I stay in the air for a long time.
I’m not sure how I know, but I know: everything is about to change.
I suppose it’s pretty clear things can’t keep going the way they’re going. These “sisters” of mine don’t support my relationship with Milo; even Sadie seemed to disagree with my refusal to accept this latest deal. And Ava? No way she’ll let me stay here now.
Right?
I don’t mind, really. I don’t hate the thought of running away with Milo. A part of me would be sad—sad to leave all this behind—sad to abandon the destiny my parents told me I was made for. But didn’t I always know, on some level, that this wasn’t for me? Did I ever really want to fight this fight?
None of that really scares me. What scares me now is Milo.
I don’t know how I know, but I think I’m going to lose him.
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