“Wait!” he called out. “Can’t you turn around and look at me?”
She stopped in her tracks and looked back. He took a step closer and reached for her hand, but she jerked away. For a second, he thought that a hard slap would land on his cheek. He was wrong in fact, he was wrong about her the whole time because he never made an attempt to get to know her; he never studied her very soul, let alone her reactions. She would never lift a hand against anyone.
She just stood there, her mouth clamped shut. She didn’t have to say anything; one look in her eyes told him everything. He could see the eyes, that usually resembled a night sky, turn into a dark sea. They were now filled with anger, disappointment, and other difficult emotions.
“I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you. I know I haven’t loved you the way I should have, but please, give me another chance to make it right.” He begged.
His mouth tasted like wine, but it was a poison. He constantly said hurtful things to her, which left an emotional wound on her, and he would always find a way to heal it. She admitted that it was hard to be with him, but it was even harder to be without him.
There was a tug of war between what her mind wanted her to do and how her heart wanted her to feel. The mind told her to stop loving him, but the heart refused to do it. Once a winner, always a winner and yet again, her heart won....
