บท 58: His touch

I sniffed and mopped the tears that stained my face. I met his gaze as fearlessly as I could. I was angry. How could I call that performance? That was unfair to me who was about to cry out my eyes for his forgiveness.

"You told me you wanted something, what is it?" I asked after clearing my throat.

I took in a deep breath waiting for his response while praying he would not ask for the worse request on my mind.

Instead, he asked, "How long did it take you to know that it was a wrong choice to think you could run from me."

I released the breath I held not because I felt relieved but because his words almost killed me. "Am I getting punished for running away?" I dared to ask.

Are you asking why? Please do not ask because I don't know why. I should have just remained quiet, right? Dumb me! It is too late to regret what has been asked cannot be taken back even as he approached me.