There are no words that would express how mad Van is now. She can see the way he looked at her. Those judging, stricken eyes. She knew that she’s on his bad side now. Her heart pounds hard as if it’s going to explode.
When she was a younger, she always thought that getting rejected is funny. Now that it’s happening to her, it was worse than she thought.
His eyes were under the spell of void as he took off without saying a word. She’s ashamed of what she had done. She can relate to him. Her child too is not a happy topic for her to open up. She should have seen that. She only wants to help him to know what he is. Perhaps this is her way of dealing with her trauma, to bring out the unsung tales of other people and the relief of not being alone with the burden she carried. She scowled in a moment before coming after him. Just as he about to closed the door, Kate held his hand.
“Look. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”