Dante
Her question got me startled, staring wide-eye at her. Who must have told her? I made sure to clear every traces of my past that could pose as a threat to our relationship.
"I don't understand" I replied, playing the ignorance card and hoping she wouldn't go further. I was wrong.
"Why didn't you tell me about it?" she questioned, her swollen eyes releasing tears down her cheeks. I hated to see her cry, but it turned out I have been doing nothing less than that lately. I already hated myself for it.
"So it's true then. Who cares about how I found out?" she sobbed, making me feel broken. They were mistakes from my past I never intended for her to know, just for the sake of what was already happening, seeing her hurt, or seeing me as a bad guy.
"I promise it's nothing to worry
