(Nate P.O.V)
I run after her in the living hall when she walks out on me and sees her crying silently on the couch with her face in her hand.
“Mia?” I call her worriedly and saw her wiping her teary face.
“You Crying? what’s wrong?” I ask worriedly.
“it’s nothing,” she said smiling at me but her smile didn’t reach to her eyes.
“Tell me is it because of me?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she said looking at me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask feeling scared that I have done something that made her cry.
“Why are you here with me? why do you want to stay with me?” she asks, then I remember she must have her own question
for me to answer.
“Do you feel bad for what happens to me?” she asks when I don’t answer her.
“What of course not?” I said shocked knowing she feels like that.
“So why did you want to
