Forty three

Aurora took steps back because this was the first time she had witnessed him being so angry with her. She doesn’t know what he’s capable of—she can’t take any chances of getting herself hurt by him. She could feel a searing pain in her heart.

“Just because I don’t say anything, it does not mean that I don’t feel the way that you want me to…”

“Bullshit!” He cursed out, pacing back and forth. It was the only way he could calm himself from turning his room into garbage. “That’s bullshit, Aurora. I see the way you look at him.” He was now walking towards her. She walked backward but it didn’t stop him from walking forward. Her back hits the wall and she had no choice but to face him now. He stood tall just few inches away from her. She could feel his warm, fury breath fanning her face. She closed her eyes shut, the fear creeping up from her feet to her head.

“I love you, Aurora. I love you so much that I had to just stand there and watch you cry over some asshole that never sees you the