LOGINMIAੈ✩‧₊˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚I sat on the couch, knees pulled to my chest, blanket wrapped around me as I watched Thea move around the apartment one last time. She was packing the small overnight bag she’d brought when she showed up yesterday.Yesterday…A lot of things happened yesterday.She’d cried a little when she first walked in, hugged me back tight, and said she was sorry for being a shitty friend. I’d told her it was okay, that I understood, that I’d been a mess too. But now, in the cold light of morning, with the barely repaired door and Amelia’s empty room staring at me like an accusation, the words felt hollow.Thea zipped the bag, slung it over her shoulder, and turned to me with a soft, guilty smile I was getting too familiar with since she always wore it when she knew she was leaving me holding the pieces. “Do you want me to stay another night?”I shook my head, forcing my own smile even though it felt like my face was cracking as it formed. “It’s fine. Really.”She hesitated, then
“What do I want?” the guy echoed, his tone surprised but gentle. “Don’t be like that. After what happened when I invited you to our place, I didn’t know how to face you. Sorry about that.” He chuckled softly, the sound awkward and a little nervous, like he was trying to lighten the mood but wasn’t sure it would work. Oh… they are really back together. Still, I tried my best not to eavesdrop, sinking a little lower into the couch and pretending to study the pattern on the blanket beside me, but the apartment was small and the door wasn’t far. I heard every word anyway, and part of me hated myself for it. This was her private shit, and here I was, stuck in the middle like an unwanted audience member. Fuck, I should have left earlier when I had the chance. “You don’t have to apologize,” Mia said. “No, I have to,” he insisted. “I invited you over and then things got weird. I should’ve handled it better.” “It’s really okay,” she replied, and I could hear the exhaustion creeping b
“But it is.”“Yeah, yeah. Lecture me.”Silence.The silence felt a bit awkward, so I kept stroking my thumb over the back of my hand, waiting for the tension to ease a little. Lucky enough, Mia didn’t waste much time before breaking the silence with a question that came out of nowhere, her voice small but curious: “How are things going between you and Gage?”The question took me by surprise. I hadn’t expected her to jump straight to that. My stomach did a little flip, and I blinked, feeling my cheeks warm a little. “It’s… complicated,” I told her. “But it’s good. Really good, actually.”Mia nodded slowly at what I said, her eyes still a little glassy but softening at the edges. “That’s nice,” she smiled, and there was genuine warmth in her voice. “He seems like the type who would fight for you.”I felt a small rush of relief at her words, but it was quickly followed by that familiar twist of guilt. Here I was talking about my complicated happiness while she looked like she hadn’t
THEA ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ I didn’t know how to face her, but standing here in front of Mia’s apartment door like a complete idiot wasn’t going to make the knot in my stomach untie itself. My hand hovered inches from the wood, knuckles white, and I kept telling myself to knock, to just fucking knock, because I already came this far—walked the whole way from the mansion in the freezing January wind, coat pulled tight around me like it could protect me from the conversation I know I need to have. But my arm won’t move. It felt like my body knew what my brain was refusing to admit: once I knock, there’s no taking it back. Once Mia opens that door, I have to look her in the eye and deal with the fact that I’ve been avoiding her for days. I bit my lip hard enough to taste the faint metallic tang of blood, then finally forced my knuckles against the door and knocked three quick, hesitant raps that sounded way too loud in the quiet hallway. The sound echoed a little, and I held my breath,
Not really having any destination in mind, I fished my phone out of my pocket and thumbed through to Lex’s number with fingers that wouldn’t stop shaking. It rang twice before he picked up. “Yo,” he answered, voice muffled like he had the phone wedged between shoulder and ear while he was doing something else. “Where are you?” I asked. “What?” “I’m asking where the fuck are you right now?” I repeated, sharper this time, my frustration bleeding through. “Um… I’m at the dive bar on 14th, the one with the shitty pool table and the bartender who never cards anyone,” Lex answered after a beat, his tone shifting from distracted to slightly more alert, like he could hear the edge in my voice and knew better than to fuck around. “Ellis is here too. Why? You sound like hell, man. What’s going on?” I didn’t answer right away. I just sat there in the driver’s seat with the engine rumbling under me, snowflakes melting on the windshield faster than the wipers could clear them, turning the
I tossed the USB drive at them like it was radioactive garbage, watching it arc through the dim warehouse air before smacking into their open palm with a dull plastic thud that echoed off the rusted girders overhead. My ribs pulled tight with the motion, sending a fresh spike of pain through my side that made me grit my teeth so hard I tasted blood again, but I didn’t give a fuck. The drive was out of my possession now, and that tiny act of release felt like shedding a layer of skin. They caught it without blinking, fingers closing around the black rectangle like they’d been waiting their whole life for this exact moment. Their face was half-shadowed by the weak sodium light leaking through the broken windows, but I could see the corner of their mouth twitch upward in a cold, satisfied. “You don’t look so good,” they said, voice amused. I didn’t answer. Didn’t have the energy for their bullshit small talk. Just stood there breathing through my teeth while they turned the dr
MIA❁✿❀I stood outside Dr. Harlan’s office door for almost a full minute before I knocked. My knuckles hovered, then tapped hesitantly like I was asking permission to exist in this hallway. The door opened faster than I expected.“Mia…” His voice came out surprised, almost startled. He blinked a
Mrs. Harlan paused.The room seemed to hold its breath with her.“Maybe,” she said finally after a while. “But it’s still only a maybe.”She let the word settle between us, simple and unadorned. No attempt to reassure or defend or explain him away.Just… acknowledgment. That doubt was allowed. T
He noticed the change in me instantly and his arms loosened just enough for him to pull back and look down at my face. “Thea?” he called, voice softer now, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” I didn’t answer right away. My mind was racing, tripping over itself trying to find an explanation that
The room settled into a gentle quiet again. I glanced at the clock and let out a slow breath as I pushed myself up from the couch. “Thank you,” I said, offering him a small smile. Dr. Harlan looked up from where he’d been jotting something quick on his notepad. His brow furrowed slightly. “You’r







