Sansa's POV
"I don't want to see you. I don't want you checking on me. It's all fake. No one truly cares.." My chest tightened, my voice wavering despite how hard I tried to keep it steady.
"Sansa, you know I care for you deeply. You know I'd do anything—"
But I cut in gently.
"No one cares," I added more quietly. "And I'm fine with that. I don't need a babysitter. I can handle this. I can handle my own… cruel fate."
My vision blurred slightly, the tears building faster than I wanted. I blinked hard, trying to push them back, refusing to let them fall in front of him.
With that said, I turned to walk away from him, but his hand caught my arm, pulling me back.
I stumbled forward, my body colliding lightly with his chest.
"What is going on with you, Sansa?" he asked, his voice no longer calm, but edged with concern now. "Did something happen?"
I pulled back slightly, but he didn't let go.
"You're confusing me. Please talk to me."
