Zamian left, closing the door behind him. A wave of uncertainty washed over Mira as she wondered whether he was angry with her. What did he expect her to do? The silence that enveloped her felt heavy, like a thick blanket stifling her thoughts. At that moment, she looked vulnerable—she was vulnerable. Zamian had seen her in ways no one else had, Now, she felt completely exposed, stripped bare of her defenses.
Mira had always prided herself on her strong mind and resilience. She had faced hardships before, but perhaps she should have run away that fateful day. Instead, she cried. She should have thought twice about what she was getting herself into, but all she wanted was her freedom. A lone tear slipped down her cheek, an embodiment of her isolation. She felt utterly alone in a world that was supposed to be shared.