Emilia Pov..
As soon as I heard his footsteps and felt his presence, I just got more angry. If it were up to me, I would go very far from him.
" You can still go very far away from me." He said, entering our room, and l groaned.
" Stay out of my mind." I don't usually try to read his thoughts, so I don't want him to do it either.
" I can see that you're mad." He said, bringing the chair next to our bed as he sat in front of me.
" I'm not mad, I'm just as disappointed that you would talk to me the way you did." he was rude and disrespectful to me, and I hate him for it.
" You have every right to be mad at me, and I should have never spoken to you the way I did." he looked remorseful but it's now like a cycle that he says something hurtful and then he says sorry because he's going thr
