It was around a month after the events of everything that happened. You and Millie were in a good relationship, even with everything that happened. Though... She was still struggling.

She was always so scared that you were afraid of her and would leave her, despite the fact that she's had her body back for months at this point, and that you loved her more than anything in the world.

You and her were laying in her bed in your pajamas, watching a movie on her phone, eating from a bowl of popcorn. She was cuddled up to your chest with your arms around her, but despite the cozy atmosphere, you could sense that something was wrong.

Her shoulders tensed, her breathing slightly uneven and trembling, as if she may burst into tears at any moment. And when she looked up at you to speak, she sure as hell looked like she was going to.

"A-are you... Scared o-of me?"