Eloise’ POV
“That's not it, Tyrone. I did not kissed him on my own will!” I tried my best not to cry while I explain to him what had happened. Although, it was obvious that he had his own mind and he does not want to listen to whatever I am going to say.
"Tyrone, please, just listen!" My voice cracked as I reached out to him, but he didn’t move. He just stood there, his eyes cold and distant, his jaw clenched tight like he was holding back words too harsh to say.
"Listen to what, Eloise?" he snapped, finally turning to face me fully. "More excuses? More lies?"
"They’re not lies!" I shot back, my own frustration rising. I could feel the tears burning at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not yet. "You don’t understand what happened. You weren’t there."
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