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.

wasn't at

my teary face against his chest. "I've become this way

I should

but he just held me

heated argument left me in tears, but it ended swiftly, within

the argument, the

to ease the tension.

a shower," Brandon said before pushing me back into the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. "Brandon, I was wrong. I'll change," I admitted through

always right," Brandon said before

looked at my teary reflection in

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

despite Brandon's indulgence and affection,

stop this," I

the milk. He was

over, and he set aside his computer to take

I thought about the dinner we had and said,

upset about?" His hand moved through my hair and massaged my scalp.

me

"Hmm?" He seemed confused.

you. I assumed you were deliberately hiding your identity from me." "Why