He just sat there and stared down at the still-warm gold band in his limp hand.
Her words replayed in his head.
Was she leaving him?
She had seemed more cold than she had ever been when he had joined her at the table.
He rubbed his eyes.
It was his fault…
It was all his fault…
He shouldn't have asked her to leave…
But then, he had been retaliating. He had wanted her to stay with him till he fell asleep…
But she had made to leave like some unsatisfied or disappointed woman who had gotten what she wanted and wasn't interested in whatever happened afterwards.
The fact that she had left without arguing as she usually did was proof of that.
She was too good for someone like him. He couldn't meet her needs half-way. She wanted too much when he could only offer little.
It only further emphasized the fact that he didn't deserve her. This was fate punishing him for trying to be happy after destroying someone else's life.
