HER SISTER (18+) (GXG)

Lofts & Decisions

Mili's loft was the perfect mix between industrial and modern.

As soon as you walk in there's a kitchen to your right with a dining room table and the living room just beyond it.

The space was completely open, and even if it was dark, I couldn't help but notice the floor-to-ceiling windows completely covering one of the tall walls.

The busy city of LA looked beautiful from the loft-style apartment.

I hesitantly followed Mili further into her apartment, noticing a set of stairs to the left of the living room, which I assumed led to her bedroom.

The large loft felt exactly what I imagined for her.

I looked over to Mili when she opened the shiny fridge and grabbed two waters.

The silence was tense and awkward and all I could say was—

"I'm sorry."

Just like that, Mili's eyes were on me, "You've said that already," she said distastefully as she continued to stand by the counter.

I felt my chest tighten at her coldness, but I honestly didn't expect less.

Hesitantly, I walked over to her, "I know, but I'm just... really sorry, Milan," I said, softening my tone as I stood right in front of her.

Mili hummed, looking between my eyes, "And I know, but I'm still not happy with the situation," she said, basically repeating my words back to me in a different manner.

I pursed my lips awkwardly, feeling as if I had gotten my own hopes up. Maybe she wouldn't be able to move past this.

Maybe this was only a closure talk.

"I mean, we can both agree how bad it looked, Ana."

I shook my head to myself, "Can you stop calling me that?" I said, knowing she never called me Ana.

Mili lazily raised her brows, "Thought you hated the other nickname," she said, and I could hear the slight sarcasm in her tone.

I gave her a narrowed look, "You know I never actually hated it," I said, keeping my tone soft and lowered.

Mili hummed sharply, shaking her head to herself, "I just can't believe you right now—maybe that's what the issue is—the fact that I can't believe you went off and did something like that."

And just like that, I could feel my chest tightening, hating that she was so disappointed in me.

"I didn't plan it. I swear—"

"It's not about whether you planned it. You could've said no," Mili cut me short, and I could tell that my explanation only seemed to bother her.

I shook my head when I felt my eyes burn with tears. I really didn't want to cry right now, but I just felt so overwhelmed.

And I just... I don't want to lose Mili.

"Please don't cry," Mili suddenly said, and I could easily feel her dark eyes on me, "I can't be mad at you when you cry, Atiana," she said, and I could hear the soft tone that she suddenly had, clearly troubled by how upset I was.

I quickly turned away, trying to wipe the tears, but the tears only kept coming and my vision was so blurry—

I turned my head slightly when Mili's warm arms suddenly wrapped around my waist, pulling me back into her warm body.

"I'm fine, Milan—really," I assured her, wiping my own tears as she continued to hug me from behind.

The last thing I wanted was for her to pity me or feel bad. I'm the one who messed up.