"Everything was real, little mouse. Damn it." He angrily ran his fingers through his hair, yanking at the roots out of frustration.
Her stomach plummeted to the floor, a sinking feeling taking hold.
"I got scared, Beatrix. I just discovered that everything was a lie. I panicked"
She raised her hands to cover her face, squeezing her eyes shut as tears began to well up. She pleaded, "Stop it. Please. I can't bear to listen to your lies."
It was so cruel, hearing the words she desperately wanted to hear and now finding it hard to believe them.
"I know I don't deserve your attention," he moved closer, and although she wanted to recoil, she felt paralyzed by the internal struggle.
"But you deserve to hear this. You deserve to know how much you mean to me... Please, look at me, Beatrix. I'm begging you. Hear me out, and then I'll retreat to my room. Tomorrow morning, I'll leave, and you won't have to see me again."
