You continue to stand there, looking down at him with a cold expression. It hurts to see him like this, but you have to stay strong.

You continue to glare down at him, your heart breaking as he begs you. “How can I not be mad at you?

You can see his eyes are filled with tears, and he clings to your legs like a child, not wanting to let go. “Don’t cry, idiot.” You say, but your voice is softer than before.