Morticia stood still, without a word. The rain washed away her earlier tears as her mind riled from his words. He wanted to be better for her...
The words echoed in her mind as Klaus held her close, his head buried in the crook of her neck, both of them getting soaked by the heavy rain.
"Let go," Morticia whispered, her voice hoarse.
"I'm sorry," Klaus repeated.
"I said let go, Klaus," she demanded again, her voice cold. He released her, stepping back to meet her firm gaze. Concern and guilt were written all over his face.
"What do you think you're doing?" Morticia asked, her tone sharp as Klaus's grip on her shoulders loosened. "Do you really think we can keep going in circles with the arguments, reconciliations, and... flings?"
"They're not flings," Klaus interrupted.
"Oh, now the
