Forgiving the Despicable

"I am sorry, forgive me...Please...?"

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at his stupid and unnecessary request. He looked at me wide-eyed, clearly being mad at my actions. I saw him walking closer to me as his eyes held a dominant aura, enough to give you the chills, though, I stood tall. I mean, at least I deserved to be brave after the torment of my body and mind over the past few months.

He crossed his arms as he walked towards me like he owned the place and he did.

I saw him tilting his head ready for me to break and melt under his intense gaze, though he was utterly confused when I didn’t even budge. He stopped in his tracks as there was only an inch of a gap between us while he was towering above me.

The wind blew by which caused shivers to run down my spine while his glare added more depth to this terrifying moment. The room which used to a positive yet lonely place now gave an ominous feeling.