Slamming The Door

This wasn't right. We need time to calm down.

I realized this and took a step back, soothing Michael's mood.

I looked into Michael's eyes and said, "I think we need to take a break. I've been here too long. I want to go home and see my parents. I'll go tomorrow."

Michael lowered his gaze and didn't speak. I heard his stifled breathing.

"No," Michael refused.

"You said you wouldn't restrict my freedom anymore," I said. "I haven't seen them for a long time. It's a reasonable request."

"You're just looking for an excuse to leave me, Cecily," Michael said, shaking his head.

"You don't trust me?" The feeling of powerlessness returned as I said in disappointment, "I thought we were mates. We were supposed to be the closest people in the world, not like this. You're still treating me as your prisoner."