“Don’t you wanna say something to me?” You say quietly but loudly enough for her to hear you. Ada stands before you, ready to leave you again, and you’re facing her back. She turns her head and then turns to you.

“Like what?” Ada smirks.

“Like where have you been these three years?” You take a step closer, your brows furrow. “I thought you were dead, Ada. I’ve been grieving for you. This whole time.”