My Selfishness

Over the next two days, the fifth and sixth days of the celebration, I returned home early both times. I had intended to make it up to him, but the same issue resurfaced. However, this time it seemed more serious. He wasn't just timid or fearful; I sensed he was on the verge of breaking down, perhaps even disappointed in me.

On the first day, I sat down, intending to have a serious conversation with him. I also wanted to tell him about Harry's persistent calls from the previous day. But he started crying, saying he wanted to go home. Before I could even try to soothe him or suggest we leave together in a few days, he said something that immediately angered me.

“Ryan, if you don't want to go back, can I go back alone?”

"What are you saying?"

"I'm begging you, let me go back, okay? I won't cause you any trouble. I'll go by myself and figure things out."

"Neil! As I've told you before, I have only one request, and that's for you not to leave me. We need to stay together. You promised me