Crossroads

Even though he was right and I knew that I was at fault, why did I feel like I was the one who had been wronged? Why did I end up crying?

Brandon turned back and, seeing me crying uncontrollably, reached out to hold me again. "It's my fault for being too harsh. I won't say such things again." The more he said this, the more upset I felt.

I raised my hand and hit him. "You're not at fault. Why are you saying it's your fault? It's clearly my mistake."

"No, Mae, you're not wrong. It's my fault for having ill thoughts and speaking carelessly." Brandon insisted on taking the blame.

This made me even more distressed. I hit him again and again.

Finally, overwhelmed by my tears, I bit him.

"That hurts," Brandon said.

It was the first time he had ever said that.

I sighed in relief. Tears were still streaming down my face as I looked at him. Brandon wiped my tears away. "Once you're done biting, no more crying. Otherwise, your eyes will be swollen tomorrow, and that won't look good."

"It's all your fault," I blamed him again.

"Yes, it's my fault. I won't do it again," Brandon said as he wiped my tears away.

he wasn't

teary face against his chest.

problem. I shouldn't have said anything. I should be punished. Do you want to

him, but he just held

tears, but it ended swiftly, within five

the tears and the argument,

a way to ease the tension.

you. You go take a shower," Brandon said before pushing me back into the bathroom and

always right," Brandon said before he

in the mirror when

I monitored his every mood, and if he frowned, I would worry that

and

need to stop this," I

had already warmed up the milk. He was now in his loungewear, sitting on the sofa and working on

computer to take

I thought about the dinner we had and said,

hand moved through my hair and

deceived me and didn't tell me the

"Hmm?" He seemed confused.

behind Xander was you. I assumed you were deliberately hiding your