“WHAT HAVE I done to deserve this, Trevor? What? Tell me,” I said while I keep hitting my chest where my heart is by my fisting hand. The pain couldn’t stop even how much I hurt myself by hitting my chest. It will never subside. No one will heal me right now. I sobbed and tried to hold my tears.
He tweak his hair and wiped his face. “God, Angela! Believe me, I don’t want to hurt you. I just… I just thought it would be better to bury it, to forget what happened to you. That miscarriage is no one’s fault. Maybe, mine, ‘Coz I hurt you and I didn’t be a man enough to protect you that day.” But how much he explains wasn’t effective. If he didn’t hide, he will not go to explain these freaking things. It’s just a waste of time. He just wasting his energy.
I put both my hands in each of my ears, blocking all the words he kept saying. It doesn’t matter to me now. The pain was already here. It can’t be removed how much he’s explaining to me everything.