My Unrequited Love For My Guardian
he muttered, his brow furrowed, his eyes locked onto mine.
I shook my head, refusing to listen to more of his excuses. “No, I am not doing this again,” I said sternly, my voice trembling slightly. As he took another step closer, I stepped back. “I know what you're going to say. You don't have to repeat it. I know it was a mistake…”
“I didn’t say it was a mistake,” he interrupted, catching me off guard. I stared at him, bewildered. He had clearly told me it was a mistake the other night, hadn't he?
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