*Miranda’s POV*
Pulling off the curb in front of Warren’s house, I once again let the music drown the silence in the car. Music has always helped me centre myself. In a way, I am a scattered mess without these artists that ground me and distract me from the chaos around me. I find myself swaying to the beat of Audioslave’s - Be Yourself. My fingers drum along on the steering wheel and I can finally breathe again as I scream the lyrics out in the privacy of my car. My trip to Warren’s was a massive failure, to say the least. I’d hoped to have him on my side, but instead I ruined everything, doing a typical Miranda. It hurt more than expected to see him so raw. At least I got to tell him I was sorry, tell him that he didn’t mean nothing to me. I got to leave on an honest note, even though i
