Lyanna
I find myself walking on the streets calmly. There are no taxis around this area, probably because it's a big shot or something, but I don't mind anyway.
I need to clear my head.
This time I don't cry, or scream, or force back tears as I walk down the pathway. Instead, a strange calm washes over me.
"I guess rejection is the best way forward then," I exhale deeply.
If only he had let me reject him all those months ago, probably I wouldn't be facing half of what I'm facing right now.
How sure are you about that?
An unusually calm voice speaks at the back of my head.
I wave it off. I don't want to hear any sugarcoating stuff about that man. I just need a moment to think, and that's all.
I count my steps meticulously, carrying myself with a surprising elegance I didn't think I had.
"Maybe I'll just reject him tomorrow," I muse, my eyes narrowing in thought.
Why did he give you an option of being his girlfriend? Don't you think something is attached to that?
