Miracles's Pov
We got back on the bus in the morning.
I stayed away from the boy beside me, who for some reason, I found myself glued to when I woke up this morning.
Talk about awkward mornings!
It wasn't very hard to do. He was more preoccupied with the notepad he was doodling with than me.
Which was exactly how I preferred it.
I tried to look at anything but his face or his drawings.
Briefly, I wondered whether he could really draw or was he pretending to avoid me just like I was avoiding him.
I picked up my phone and stared at it. I stared at it because it's been hours and counting.
Surely, Steve would have called numerous times by now.
Surely, he was filled with regrets at letting me go…surely he must have realized that he made a mistake and he was frantic with fear and an overwhelming sense of loss because he chose Lisa over me.
Surely, it wouldn't be this easy to let me go.
