"This was ridiculous." I muttered to myself.
"She is being irrational." I kept telling myself that.
She was just being overdramatic.
I kept making excuses for her behavior.
Running away because of a few words.
Words that….
My thoughts stopped abruptly.
Because those weren't just 'a few words.'
They were my words.
My voice.
I had humiliated her in public.
My jaw clenched harder.
Damn it.
I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair.
"This is unnecessary," I muttered.
Even if I had wronged her, she didn't have to leave.
She could have stayed.
We could have…
Could have what?
My thoughts stalled again.
Because I didn't have an answer.
I didn't know what I would have done differently.
Because even now, standing here, I wasn't sure I would take those words back.
And that realization…was worse than anything else.
Because it meant that I was the problem.
And I hated that.
I hated myself for putting us in that situation because of pride.
