After ten months, Cynthia and I have gotten much closer. She and my friends are at my house, watching a movie.
"William, I'm going to the washroom for awhile. Can you pause the movie for a few minutes?"
I smile at her. "Yes, of course."
While she is absent, my friend, Gregory Him, asks, "What do you think about her? I like her."
"I like her too," I answer.
"I didn't know you're so in love with her. You only wanted to know her. That's why you decided date her, didn't you?" says Brian Pan.
"Is it true?" I hear Cynthia's voice coming from behind.
I turn to look at her, the others following.
She's crying.
"It's not like that, Cynthia." I say, standing up from the couch.
She grabs her bag from the couch and run out of the house. I run after her.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"Away from you!" she hisses. "What was that about? I thought you liked me, that's why you asked me out?" she cries.
"I do now, okay?" I say, putting emphasis on the word, 'okay'. "Isn't that enough?"
"No, it's not! I had a good relationship with Jonathan and you ruined it!"
"It's been ten months that we've gotten together and you're still mentioning this?" I look at her incredulously.
"I'm hurt!"
"And you don't think I'm hurt too? You're still in love with him?"
"No, that's not it. I'm just hurt by you."
I walk up to her. "I'm sorry, okay?" I reach my arms out to her to embrace her.
She accepts it and cries hard on my chest.
"Don't worry. I love you," I mutter and kiss her forehead.
"I love you too."