Syria’s POV
He stood up all of a sudden. There was no warning, no explanation. Just like that, he turned his back on me.
“Wait, where are you going?” I asked, my voice unsure but trying to hold him back somehow.
He paused for a moment, but didn’t turn around. He didn't even give me a proper answer. His voice was low and cold, like all the warmth between us had just vanished in seconds.
“I’m just going out,” he muttered. “Do not f*****g follow me.”
And just like that, he walked out and slammed the door behind him.
I was left there, frozen. Confused. Bothered.
My chest felt tight and my thoughts were racing. I couldn't stop thinking about what he said. I wanted to run after him, to make him talk to me, to make him look me in the eye and explain what was going on. He didn’t deserve to
