[Margaret's Perspective]
"What are you doing?" There was a sudden clap of thunder in my ear. I wiped the corners of my eyes in embarrassment. Why did it always have to be like this, facing my lover in such a sorry state? It was obvious that if I was given another 10 seconds, I could have controlled my emotions and pretend that nothing had happened. Then I would calmly follow Elliot back.
But Donald had already grabbed my hand. I tried to struggle, but Donald flipped his hand and pressed me against a tree. I had no choice but to meet his gaze.
At first, I saw the anger spewing out of Donald's eyes. Perhaps there was also worry. Then, surprise flashed in his eyes, and the pressure on me weakened. I thought he must have seen my red eyes. I really didn't want to look so weak in front of him, but this wasn't something I could control.
"What are you doing?" Donald asked.
"Nothing," I replied gloomily.
