"Why are you crying? Are you hurting? " Knox asked. I was sitting on the balcony at 3am in the morning. I had been unable to sleep hence why I was awake.
My hormones were running wild. Something very small was enough to hurt me a lot.
"I just want ice cream, " I said as I broke down and cried some more. I couldn't understand why I was so emotional.
The minute I reached the balcony I felt like crying because the ice cream was downstairs and I didn't feel like going down to get it. It was a stupid reason to cry but I couldn't stop myself.
Neither could I help it.
Knox was fighting the urge to laugh and I hated it. I felt like he was mocking me. It made me cry even more and harder. It was a weird sight to someone looking from afar.
One would think he had hurt me in a very bad way.