As Mia listened to these words, she felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to get up and leave. Opening her eyes, Mia wondered blankly what Noah meant. Was he trying to make her more aware of her position? Or did he want her to know that Noah actually didn't care about her at all?
But I know all this, Mia thought. I always knew.
Why did you have to rub salt on my wound? I've been "healing" for a long time. Can you stop stabbing my wound? I have feelings too. Mia thought sadly. Do I have to be so petty and sad just because I like you?
The air around them seemed to thin, and the booth felt unbearably stuffy. Mia felt like she couldn't breathe. She really couldn't.
Beside her, Noah noticed that Mia had been trembling, as if she hadn't slept very well. Just as he was about to go over and take a look at her, Mia suddenly sat up and didn't even care that Noah's clothes had fallen off.