Dexter sat stiffly on the ground. He was looking at me with a pale expression.
After a while, he lowered his head and smiled. Despite this, tears started to well up in the comer of his eyes. He had probably waited a long time to hear those words from me.
"You used to say that you loved me too, but all this while, you've only been pretending,' Dexter whispered. He was still unconfident. He had always been that way.
"I don't care if you believe me or not," I said, pulling him by the chain. "Either way, I will never let you leave me again!"
Dexter looked at me intensely. He said softly, "Don't expose your identity, Sophia. Otherwise, everything I've done, including blowing off my leg, would be meaningless.'
He was guilt-tripping me by implying that I shouldn't put myself in danger if I truly loved him.
