Clearing Up Misunderstandings
In the darkness, Zoey instinctively raised her hand to strike, but her wrist was firmly grasped by the other person, and then she was pulled into their embrace, tightly bound.
The familiar cold scent of the man penetrated Zoey's nostrils, instantly making her eyes well up with tears.
She hugged the man back, burying her face in his chest and crying softly.
"Zoey..." the man choked, "Are you... okay?"
Zoey sobbed, "No, it's not good at all! How could you do this, Russell?"
"It was my fault, all of it was my fault."
Zoey sniffed, "It was your fault!"
"Zoey, I'm sorry."
"Is sorry useful? Do you know how sad and upset I was?"
"I, I couldn't do it."
"Couldn't we face difficulties together, discuss them together, and solve them together?"
Russell's voice
