"lI I killed your child Mia," Naomi mumbled looking down at her trembling fingers, "I was the reason for all your sorrows."
Mia just sighed as she was aware of that part, though slightly she didn't know for sure if she was ready to forgive Naomi with a better reason.
"And, I can't be nothing less than a threat to you in the future," Naomi mumbled looking at her, "I will be used as a bait to hurt you more, and I I cannot take it anymore."
"So, you think dying would lessen my worries, and hurt me less?" Mia asked, looking at her. She was crying, and Mia's tears didn't hold behind looking at her. She was so fragile, and Ian's words fitted her state. She was being used by someone, and Mia couldn't decipher how hard might it have been for her.
"If I have to be honest," Mia gathered up her courage and mumbled, "I cannot be normal with you anymore, act like your friend though you were just being used."
