C36 Tearing Apart

My tears started to fall. My lips parted a bit as I looked at him with disbelief, and with a little hint of hatred plastered on it.

"F*ck!" he cursed and brushed his hand throughout the strands of his hair.

"I... I'm sorry, Azhia! I didn't mean to kiss you," he apologized and started to help me in getting rid of my tears. I patted his hand, and moved away from him.

I hate myself