C13 YOU AND I

The apartment door creaked open as Will stepped inside, dropping his keys on the table. His shirt was wrinkled from a long day.

Mia sat on the couch, her eyes distant, fingers fidgeting with her bracelet.

"You look like someone who lost a fight with their own thoughts," Will teased lightly, kicking off his shoes.

Mia forced a smile and stood to meet him halfway. "Welcome back," she said softly