Time stood still as he took the time to process what I had stated. The air that was calm earlier on had turned murky as though it was preparing for a storm. Not just any typical storm - the type that would chill one's spine sensing the dangerous thunderstorm coming by. No, it was in fact a thousand times worse. Disaster was looming in, disguised in the form of disappointment and ready to intimidate me.
"Please don't degrade yourself like that. Why would you call yourself trash?" He looked crestfallen that I could not help feeling guilty.
"Because he discarded me and you picked me up," I unknowingly raised my voice. Perhaps a defensive stance to prove my point.
"Maisie, you're not an object."
