Andrew frowned and raised a brow at her. He looked at the ring, and then back at her. "What are you doing?"
She took her time responding. The longer she stared at him, the deeper he frowned. He was looking at her as if she were delusional. She was anything but, of course. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was extracting herself from the endless and continuous cycle. "I can't be with you, Andrew."
A deep cleft formed between his brows then. His eyes clouded over, losing their usual beautiful gleam. "Why not? You don't know what you're saying, Demetria. You need some rest, the doctor said so himself. You hit your head and—"
"I'm perfectly fine, Andrew," she declared, "take it."
He was out of words for a moment. He stepped back, his entire body tensed up. "Demetria, think about w
