Twenty Three

I couldn't turn my expression into an indifferent mask. I ruined everything between us. He must be hating me for hurting him. Did I break his heart? He could read my thoughts easily. I was alone to deal with my pain.

The door cracked open. His feet hit the floor softly. He was the last person I wanted around me, particularly now when I was feeling guilty, stupid for walking away. He sauntered over to me.

He took my chin between his fingers and thumb. He forced me to look at him. I lowered my eyes. It was a shameful moment. He found me. He brought me back. The woman I was thinking of could be his girlfriend. I was wrong. James was the father of her child. I shouldn't be here. I hurt us both.

Tears streamed down my cheeks. His first two fingers slid under my chin, his thumb swiped on my cheek, "Why these tears now?'' He demanded in a low voice. His anger was visible in his low voice but his features were calmed, " It's no use crying over