Turning around

Kael dreaven

How…?

How could I have lost it like that?

I gritted my teeth, knuckles turning white as the scene replayed in my mind like a curse I couldn't shake.

My voice. The way it shook with anger. And the kind of look on his face when he flinched because he was afraid of me.

I scared him away.

The worst part?

I saw the effort he made to care. The small cracks in his walls. The quiet concern in his voice when he spoke to me… like he was reaching out. And how he'll throw his shits out when I get hurt.

And now?

I ruined it all.

"Damn it!" I slammed my fist into the table. It rattled under the weight of my frustration, but it wasn't enough. Nothing was.

Didn't I promise myself I'd be patient? That I'd take it slow and not push him, not break what little fragile thread of what we had left between us?

Now he probably hates me more than he claimed to.