“Malissa, stop crying…” Hayden commanded sternly.
I had already lost count of the times that Hayden had told me to stop crying ever since this whole unfortunate affair started. Now that I think about it, he did tell me once before that he wasn’t a big fan of my tears. He hated it when I cried and that made me hate myself so much more for crying.
“I’m sorry…” I whimpered as I tried to stop my tears.
It wasn’t an easy feat to achieve, and I found it almost impossible to stop crying. My body shook even more and soon, I wasn’t able to speak anymore.
“Stop crying, Malissa…” Hayden repeated again.
“I…I can’t…” I managed to croak in such a broken voice that made me feel completely embarrassed.
“Remove your hands from your face. If you’re going to cry, then let me see your ugly face,” Hayden said without any mercy.
I felt his hand prying my hands away from my face. The more I resisted by trying to turn my face away, the more persistent Hayden’s hands became.
“I’m going to end up hurting my shoulder…” Hayden muttered.
Oh…his shoulder…
I sighed in complete defeat before I willingly lowered my hands from my face before wiping desperately at my eyes with the back of my hands. My sight was blurry, and I hated how I felt.
“I really hate your tears…” Hayden hiss, clearly displeased.
Despite his harsh words, the touch of the back of his fingers against my cheek was ever so gentle and caring. I blinked my eyes rapidly a couple of times before daring to gaze at his face. To my surprise, his blue eyes were gentler than before, and he had a concerned look on his face as he stared back at me.
“I’m sorry, Hayden…” I whispered again.
I didn’t know what else to say to him and I also knew that no matter how many times that I apologized, it would probably never be enough. I caused so much trouble and worst of all, I put him in danger.
“Stop crying, Malissa…there’s no need for you to cry anymore,” Hayden coaxed softly as his gentle fingers wiped away my tears.
“You got hurt because of me. I should have followed your orders…but I just…couldn’t leave you there…” I tried desperately to explain even though I knew that my reasons were not good enough.
“I know. If you’ve learnt your lessons, then all is good…” Hayden replied calmly before he started patting my head softly.
The gentleness of his touch, the forgiveness in his words and his voice only made me feel more guilty and more tears started to fall despite my desperate efforts to hold them in.
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