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"Please, stop" I was almost begging him. 

He still had his hands on me. 

"Why? Don't you like it?"

"I don't like it. Stop. I am in pain." A tear ran across my cheek.

My hand was still on his shoulder. Every time he grabbed me harder; I dug my nails into him. I could see red spots on his shoulder now.

"Pain? You are in pain? You don't even know what pain is?" He was staring directly into my eyes. He was angry. He looked like he will kill me.

"What did I do to you?" Is this some kind of revenge? But I never did anything to him.

"What you did? He freed his right hand from me to grab my cheeks. "I waited for you that day and you betrayed me."

"What do you mean?" I managed to fumble out. His hand was still on my cheeks.

"You don't even remember what you did to me." He let go of my cheek.

I slumped onto the floor. The floor was still wet.

He backed away. His face was a mix of anger and sadness. He lifted his hand and pulled his har back.

Why is he hurt? He hurt me. And what is this about waiting? What did I do?

"I don't know why you are doing this. " I managed to get out the words from my mouth. My cheek was still hurting from his grab. I was hurting down there too.

He looked at me and bent down to see me face to face.

"You try to remember why I am this way? You deserve it "He should sound angry but all I could feel was sadness from it. "You deserve it,Dyl", he mumbled again slightly like he lost all energy. He lowered his head.

Dyl.

My skipped a beat. The moment he said Dyl, I knew .There is only one person who used to call me that. It was him. But how? He looks so different.

I lifted my had under his chin and pulled his face towards me.

How did I miss this? Those eyes? No matter how much someone can change , their eyes will still remain the same.

It was the same eyes. The one that used to be under those glasses.

And right now, in his vulnerable state, I could see it clearly. 

This person in front of me was my Lexie.

I touched his cheek. He looked at me with sad eyes and then he dropped onto my lap.

He was lying on the bathroom floor. It didn't matter though. I have him, the most precious person, right here on my lap.

I missed him. I regret not saying goodbye to him. I thought he moved on.

He had every right to be angry. 

I had wronged him.