Denial Is Your Best Friend

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I didn't know how to take her behavior this morning. She hadn't talked to me at all, let alone look at me. I didn't know how bothered it would make me.

She had stayed holed up in her room since her birthday. I tried not to feel guilty about kicking her out right after the mind-blowing sex we had, but it weighed on me the more she stayed in her room. Was she avoiding me?

She looked sick when she entered the kitchen this morning, gaunt, like she hadn't gotten any sleep. And fuck, I felt guiltier than a mother fucker. She was obviously going through some serious shit and I just treated her like some whore. I mean, she did initiate it but still, even if she opened the door, I ran right through it.

My dad really cared about her. I knew it was because of my lost baby sister. Ten years ago, my mother was pregnant with a baby girl but the delivery went south and we lost both of them. It didn't help that Miles had features similar to my mother. Black hair, olive skin, and her eyes... th