Manipulated

Author's POV

Elena walked into Miranda's room, and seeing her mood she could tell that something had gone wrong.

"A...are you okay Miranda," She asked even knowing that the question itself sounded absurd.

Miranda slowly took her gaze to Elena who walked closer to her and had her seat beside her.

"How are you doing?" She asked in a low tune, taking a hand across her shoulders.

Miranda sobs silently as Elena noticed her bleak mood. She even noticed that she was sobbing in a way that no one takes notice, but she caught her when she'd realized that she was shedding some tears.

"What's the matter Miranda, you're crying." Elena said with concerns.

"I'm fine." Miranda immediately said and took to her feet leaving Elena's hands hanging, she took the towel and whipped her eyes with it immediately.

Elena stood up alongside her. "You can't tell me you're fine when you're in this gloomy and empathetic look, I mean it's obvious that you're hurt and you're just too sensitive to hide this from anyon