“What are you doing?” I yelled in pain, holding on to his hand as he pulled my hair roughly. “Get off me, you’re hurting me.”
He let go instantly. I spun around, watching as his eyes turned remorseful. Like he had just now realized the extent of his actions.
“Alexandra,” his raspy voice came out in a low, delicate tone. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Just leave, please.” I sniffed out. I did not want him to see the effect he had on me, the pain he had caused. “Why must you always be this way?”
He stepped forward, I stepped back. We stared at one another, waiting for the other person to make a move. I was breathing hard.
“I’ll go,” he finally said, looking away from me.
But, as he passed by me, I took a whiff of his cologne. I don’t know what came over me, where I suddenly found the courage. I
