ARYA
He released me, his eyes returning to their usual colour. I had so much to say, things to yell at him, insults to hurl at him and so much more. But when I saw the pained look on his face, I faltered. There was so much guilt and self-loathing in his eyes, it made my heart ache. He took a step backwards, running a trembling hand over his face.
"I'm sorry...I wasn't...no...I didn't mean what I said..." he rasped, blinking rapidly.
I rubbed my throat, eyeing him with confusion. His mood swings were undoubtedly becoming dangerous.
"You really think apologizing is going to make it all better? You nearly strangled me to death!" I hissed, and he paled, shaking his head.
"No...that's not..." His chest was heaving now, and he was trembling badly. Like he was...
Like he was having a panic
