Rhea was quick to walk upstairs. She didn't even turn around to look at him. Her actions clearly told him how much angry she was. He indeed wanted to talk. As he said in the car, he didn't want to keep her in oblivion. He wanted to confess all his sins and beg for her mercy. He wanted to beg for her forgiveness for hurting her repeatedly for the past three years. He was willing to apologize for everything and strip his mind bare in front of her that day.
But, she didn't want to listen. She walked upstairs and locked herself in her room. That had been their room for the past week. They used to sleep in it together. But not today, it seemed. She had just shut him out of her little world. It wasn't her fault indeed. It was all because he had just been a jerk. He had been the one who hurt her.
