Kayan cursed himself as he buttoned his shirt and walked through the hallways in the direction of the dinning hall. He was frustrated on himself. He himself was not understanding what he was doing. He wanted to be rude with her, stay away from her and be a selfish bastard to her. But there was something in him that did not like disappointing her or breaking her heart, that did not like seeing pain and sadness in her eyes, that wanted to see approval and appreciation for himself in her eyes. He made his way to the dinning area thinking all this and muttering, “So much for avoiding her.”
“Sorry, I am late,” he said sitting in front of Primrose.
“You’re not sorry. You’re intentionally late,” Primrose retorted narrowing her eyes at Kayan.
“I was planning on not even coming bu
