Viola's POV

I just left the office behind me.

Walking out without a backward glance.

And he didn’t stop me at all.

Didn’t chase after me or even call my name one last time.

"Mathew? Nothing? Not even a 'wait, Viola, let's talk'?"

I thought, my heart twisting as the elevator doors closed.

But why did that bother me so much?

Even though that was the exact thing I wanted more than anything.

To break free, to have space?

"I asked for this, right? Independence, no more ...