𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐳. Even being born right next to the cruel and sick crime life never changed the charismatic and positive Mia who wanted to help change the messy world she formed part off.
Becoming a nurse at the age of 25 and joining her d...
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"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you? I can wait in the car." Mia asks softly once again.
Since my panic attack yesterday she has been extra careful with everything involving me. And even though I'm grateful she cares this much I also know that if she is doing this it's because a part of her stills blames herself for it. I fear she thinks her shouting triggered it and even though it's true it didn't help the situation her doing that was what saved me from committing the biggest of mistakes. I was so under the weather I couldn't recognize what an awful idea that was, I needed her to be the voice of reason.
And now I have to be that voice for her.
"It's too dangerous, you will be safer here at home," I tell her as I watch her hands moving up to my chest to close the leftover bottoms of my white shirt.
I promised I will keep her updated and I will but there's a line I cannot cross, having her with me will be too dangerous, and putting her at risk is the last thing I want. If something happened to her I will never forgive myself.
"Okay but text me when you get there and remember, don't let him get inside your head. Ask the questions you need and then come back to me." She gets to the last bottom but she doesn't close it this time, instead, she gently folds the collar down making my chest show a little more.
I smile right away finding her innocent yet not-so-innocent gesture adorable and when she looks up at me she seems to notice what she has done making her smile too. And even if the smile isn't remotely close to the one I fell in love with it's been a while since I have seen her smile so I take whatever I can get.
"Come back to you huh?" I joke smirking proudly and trying to ease up some of the tension.
"Shut up." She laughs but it's still not enough to take away the pain in her eyes so I do the only thing I can think of.
Taking her face between my hands I look right into her eyes and whisper the one phrase that has now become our mantra. "We will be okay."
And once again she smiles nodding before repeating the same words. "We will be okay."
She then lets go of me and walks towards the armchair where my suit jacket is laying next to her bag. We are sleeping in the same room again and that alone gives me some hope that maybe someday we will actually be okay. That we will be able to go back to what we once were.
Because god knows I miss it.
"Here. Let me help you." She mutters helping put my jacket on and then giving a few steps back to check me out. "How's your leg?"
"It's okay, getting used to the prosthetic a little more every day that goes by." I look down at my now-covered fake leg.
We got shoes that fit the prosthetic foot perfectly and like this, with the navy suit pants covering the length of it and the black glossy loafers you can't even tell I'm missing a leg. It's both creepy and reassuring.
