Eleanor hugged Cedric as if her life depended on him. Once in a while… a sob would escape from her throat. But Cedric's constant rubbing on her back made her feel at ease if only a little.
"I-i-I am s-s-so so-sorry. I always try to give our relationship a try as much as possible but I feel so insecure with you," she admitted.
"Why?" He asked.
"You do so much for me. But in return, I didn't do a single thing for you. And again… Whenever I try to take a step forward towards 'us'. Something hits me and makes me back out suddenly from 'us'. Even now… when I brought the topic about my brother out… I felt nothing but when you said nothing but offensive words about my brother, I flared up on you.
"I am not suitable for you. You deserve someone better. I am known for broken shoes. You find… someone… someone better than me," Eleanor said.
