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I stared at Ian, wondering why he was suddenly so angry. It didn’t make any sense why he was reacting the way he did. I looked back at the portrait in his hands and back at him.

“Ian, is it necessary to be so angry?”

He looked at the portrait, and I watched as he struggled to gain back his composure. He placed it back at the mantle and looked back at me. He sighed deeply.

“I’m sorry.” He said suddenly.

I shook my head. “I don’t know what’s up with you, Ian. Honestly, I don’t. You…”

I sighed. It was no use talking about it. He probably was going through something. It didn’t make sense that he reacted the way he did. I wondered if I haven’t made a mistake by coming here.

“You don’t want me here, right? Is that why you’re acting this way?” I asked quietly.

His hands skimmed through his thick red hair. “Maya, I’m passing through stress. It has nothing to do with you, trust me. I’m so sorry for the way I reacted to you. It was wrong.”

I nodded.

Few beats of silence pas