"I noticed my blanket and pillows thrown about on the couch. I suppose you want me to sleep there tonight, I am simply taking the last thing that I need to have a good rest." He utters nonchalantly, this male truly has a way with his words.
Setting me on the sofa he squats down in front of me, his eyes glued to my chest and he lays his right palm upon my left breast right over my beating heart. "You are hurting." He murmurs with an unsettled frown for he feels what I am feeling. He felt how my heart tensed up and cracked to my thoughts and this is why he has rushed back home to comfort me.
"Yes, I am."
"Forgive me."
"You always ask me to forgive you as if it is effortless to do so, Phobos. Why must I constantly keep forgiving you for your sins? Why must I pardon you for this when you do not respect my family or my wishes?"
