ANGELINA
I let him look at me. My eyes were still red from crying and my body shook vulnerably. Danzel didn't move from where he stood. I wanted him to shout at him for running away; I wanted him to do something other than stare at me.
"Angelina..." he began and I trembled at the tone of his calm voice. It felt like he was done trying to be strong, he was done with me. "Why?"
I inhaled audibly and looked down, "I am sorry."
"Why did you run, love?" he asked. I kept quiet and kept my gaze steady on the ground. I felt him moving forward until he stood in front of me. Holding my chin between his long fingers, he made me look at him. His blue eyes swept over my face and then he whispered, "Why did you run, Angelina?"
"I was scared," I answered honestly.
Hurt flashed across his blue orbs and he nodded, accepting my answer.
"Of me?" he asked.
"I don't know..." I answered in response.