The door clicked shut, leaving Malvoria standing alone in her mother's office, the silence stretching unnaturally in the absence of Elysia's presence.
For a moment, she didn't move.
She simply stood there, arms crossed, eyes fixed on nothing in particular as she let the weight of what had just happened settle over her.
She had asked Elysia on a date.
A date.
Malvoria exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down her face.
"What the fuck am I doing?"
The words slipped out before she could stop them, but it wasn't like she had anyone to hear her.
She had no answers.
No explanations.
No logical reason for why her mouth had spoken before her brain could catch up, for why she had let those words leave her lips so easily, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
As if she hadn't spent the last week locked in her office, avoiding Elysia like she was the plague, trying to pretend that nothing had changed when everything had.
