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Silence settled, and I held my breath.
I should have never come. It was hard, the constant change within myself. For over ten years, it had only been me—never having to worry about other’s feelings, only depending on me and looking out for myself. It had been easier that way.
Then Ollie had found me.
And then he’d left me.
After Ollie, I’d made friends; got on a routine.
Now? I sca
“Mia,” Ollie called out low, and all my senses immediately recognized his voice. His light eyes from below looked up at me, calling upon me. A single look managed to grasp my soul and simultaneously empty every worry I possessed. “Ready now?”
Dropping my chin in a single nod, Ollie stood, and together we walked away.
It hadn’t taken me long to realize it wasn’t worth it. Each step away from them felt lighter. What should have made me feel weak made me feel stronger.
Walking away made me stronger.
Ollie squeezed my hand. He didn’t have to say anything. Maybe I wasn’t cut out to be a social butterfly. You become the people you surround yourself with, and I decided losing a piece of my identity wasn’t worth it.