“Why?”, she whispered brokenly, her face contorting into one of pure agony. Her voice trembled as she spoke. “Why?”, she repeated, louder this time, tears rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably. Dylan winced visibly, not used to seeing his mother cry like this.
Dylan looked down, trying his hardest to hold back the urge to break down as well. He took a deep, shaky breath before answering. “I… I’m sorry…”
Her eyes went wide, as if she was surprised by his answer. “Wha.. Why?”. Her face hardened. She seemed absolutely terrified and angry.
Dylan lowered his head again. “Because… Because I can’t control myself.”
There was more silence following his response.
After a few minutes of complete and utter silence, she finally said something again. “You can’t control your anger”, she whispered,
