Koa's pov
I hadn't been able to stop feeling bad about what I had told my mate, whom I now come to know as Sansa.
I mean… it was the truth. The world didn't give a shit about people like her. And if she wanted to survive—if she wanted to come out strong in a world like ours—then she had to buckle up and stop acting like a weakling… or being the weakling she seemed to be.
I wished my mother was strong enough to face my father then.
Although Sansa didn't appear to be so at the time I saw her in the woods, the other times I had seen her made me think otherwise.
I shouldn't have felt bad at her retort—after all, she had told me to stay the fuck away from her—but it still hurt a part of me. I couldn't yet understand my emotions or why I was unraveling like this.
I had left my room to stop thinking about her, only to meet her and make everything worse. I had even tried running, but nothing changed. If anything, I thought about her even more and that only infuriated me.
