Standing there, right in front of her, I was met with that familiar face. It looked exactly the same, but when I looked deeper into her eyes, I started having doubts. She stood confidently, without a hint of fear, staring right back at me. I remembered Meirah as someone different. She rarely held my gaze for too long, almost as if she were scared.
Meirah was always so quiet and followed whatever I asked her to. Sometimes, it felt like she didn't have her own voice like she was lost. She was too submissive, always doing whatever I wanted, never arguing or resisting. It was as if she didn't have any opinions or wishes of her own.
She would just do whatever I wanted. It was like she was too weak to say no or to think for herself.
But this girl in front of me now was different. She wasn't l
