JUDE
It's the first public sighing without Miko, weeks after Kai's death.
The stares are hard.
Everything feels tight, but I don't fidget, don't let my easy smile fall off as we are guided to the table we are to be seated on. Some people wave, others offer sympathetic smiles.
Some even mouth hi's or sorry for your loss, which is funny because they aren't the ones who experienced death in their group.
All of them give them those pitying looks, before they look around and notice the absence of one person, and their hungry eyes look back to their friends, covering their mouths to whisper something.
Of course, it would be noticeable that Miko isn't with them.
I don't know what the protocol of such a scenario would be, but they all seemed to have expected to see him tonight.
If only.
We get to our table fast but not fast enough, the tie already feeling too constricting around my neck, skin already clamming under the suit.
