I lied. It was my fault. I admit it. He's been through this several times in the past and lying to him now is the worst thing a person he trusts could do.
He turned and started to leave.
I held my ground. I prayed and wished that he'd turn around.
I hoped he'd come running back and tell me we'll get past it.
But i saw the anger in his face. One that I have seen once before.
He looked at me and then he told me that he'll get rid of all the things that reminds him of his mistake.
And the moment we first spoke to each other flashed. it was a mistake.
I am a mistake.
What's worse than being called a mistake?