"Yes, it was me. I brought you here." He said simply and I raised my hand sharply to slap him. However, it didn't reach its destination and was stopped-rather- by his tight grip on my wrist. He looked down at me with no expression as I tried pulling my hand away yet to avail. I was too weak at this minute of time.
He looked down at my hand as he spoke.
"Call me selfish, I don't care. I didn't bring you here for you or for anyone else. I did it for me and I'd do it again." He said, shrugging his shoulders indifferently.
The wind above hurtled above him, crashing against the naked trees at a violent speed, but he chose to ignore it. The texture of his jeans were a far more interesting sight. Well, they must have been if he had been staring at them for 25 minutes now.
He had excused himse
