I let her cry for a while. Minutes passed in silence, broken only by the occasional sniffle or hiccup as she buried her face deeper into her palms.
Then, once her sobs began to quiet, I finally spoke again—my voice low and steady.
"See, weren't you the one who lectured me?" I asked, my eyes locked on her slumped figure. "Telling me that this world is real. That I shouldn't treat people like they don't have feelings, that actions have consequences, and all that crap."
Her hands stopped shaking. She didn't respond, but I knew she was listening.
I continued, "So why is it that you, of all people, think this world filled with monsters, magic, and unpredictable shit is supposed to be peaceful? You think I can just stroll through it unharmed?" I scoffed. "I was bound to get hurt, Mia. Hell, I don't even know when I'm going to die."
Her eyes went wide at my words. Her lips puckered like she wanted to say something, but I cut her off before she could.
