Mias POV

I didn't even recognize myself anymore. The walls that once held laughter and warmth were nothing but cold reminders of what I had lost. And still I stayed. Even after everything. Even after they humiliated me. Ignored me. Disrespected me.

Three percent. That's all I am now. Three percent of the woman I used to be. Three percent courage. Three percent hope. Three percent fool.

Because maybe if I loved them harder, Maybe if I gave them everything, They ...