I stared at Ian, wondering why he was suddenly so angry. It didn’t make any sense why he was reacting the way he did. I looked back at the portrait in his hands and back at him.
“Ian, is it necessary to be so angry?”
He looked at the portrait, and I watched as he struggled to gain back his composure. He placed it back at the mantle and looked back at me. He sighed deeply.
“I’m sorry.” He said suddenly.
I shook my head. “I don’t know what’s up with you, Ian. Honestly, I don’t. You…”
I sighed. It was no use talking about it. He probably was going through something. It didn’t make sense that he reacted the way he did. I wondered if I haven’t made a mistake by coming here.
“You don’t want me here, right? Is that why you’re acting this way?” I asked quietly.
His hands skimmed through hi
