“It’s not your fault. It never was and it never will.” He continued wiping my tears and I had the sudden urge to lean my head towards his warm hands. It was oddly comforting. And to think that he is someone I loathed at the very beginning, I am slowly starting to see the true him.
His eyes then met mine and he cupped my cheeks. I was too surprised to feel flustered about it. “And why are you hiding when you cry now anyway? It’s not like I haven’t seen you cry many times before,” he said and I was thankful for him for attempting to lighten the mood but it only made me infuriated.
“I didn’t cry ‘many times’ before,” I retorted but he just rolled his eyes at me refusing to believe what I just claimed. And then he pinched my nose slightly before he removed his hands. And I couldn’t help bu
