"No. I mean, kind of." I take a deep breath before I continue.
"You asked me to leave. Actually, you ordered me to get out. I don't know the reason; I don't know many details behind it. But you had your back turned to me, and you yelled at me to get out." My voice gets smaller as I replay the memory in my head once again.
"It hurt me, and I asked you to say it to my face, but you said you don't like looking at me and didn't even turn to look at me one last time as I left." My throat tightens, and I swallow hard.
"I just kept overthinking and kept replaying it—"
Cyrus pulls me in a bone-crushing hug before I could finish my sentence, and I sigh out as his clean scent reaches my nose. I bury my face on his neck, and he does the same.
"You don't have to explain further. I understand it, baby." Cyrus reassures me, and my eyes sting with unshed tears. I push them back, determined not to cry.
