He took the bottle of wine and poured their glasses with it. He grabbed his glass and drank its content, hoping it would calm him down. However, it never even scratched the surface of how he felt.
"I have thousands of questions that need answers. So where do you think I should start." Lance dispassionately stated as he stared into her eyes.
Despite all these years, he realized he had never stopped wanting an explanation.
He concluded it was not easy to get rid of the past, no matter how much he had tried. The memories had continued to haunt him every chance they had. He might have suppressed it for a time. Nevertheless, it was back with a vengeance.
"Why did you leave? Where did you go? Why did you need to hide?" He ranted with so much hurt that he felt his heart would burst. "What did I do wrong? How could you throw away my love as if it was a piece of thrash?"
