Viona's POV
I felt relieved just to shout freely, knowing only he could hear it. At least I hoped so.
I glared at him with all the resentment burning in my chest, and my tears began falling again. I hated myself for showing this weakness to him like this. I had already lost.
But at the same time, there was this strange pull inside me. A part of me wanted to show him everything. Every messy piece of me.
Because it was him.
"I'm sorry."
The words slipped from his mouth with a soft smile that left me completely baffled.
He stepped closer, but I moved away, thankful the billiard table still stood as a border between us.
"Your face doesn't look sorry at all!" I protested.
He walked around the table to the left.
I moved to the right.
He pressed his lips inward and let out a quiet chuckle.
"Are you laughing right now? Seriously? Rafael, do I look like a joke to you?"
He shook his head quickly. "No. I'm truly sorry, Nana. That's all I can say right now."
