For a moment, she could only stare. She felt like her mind could not process what he said.
Regret? Regret what?
But then, she realized what he meant. It was as if she had been slapped. She lowered her head as blood rushed to her head, and tears started to form in the corners of her eyes. She felt like she had no right to look at Morpheus anymore. She wanted to hide, to scream, to run away. She didn't understand what she was feeling, but she could not deny it.
"I…Morph—I'm…"
She was shaking so much that she could not form a coherent sentence.
Morpheus understood. He felt like his entire body was weighted by a mountain exactly because he understood.
'Ah…she didn't want it…'
With a bitter smile lingering on his handsome face, he moved away from her, giving her enough space to breathe comfortably, but he could not completely let go of her. His hand still caressed her cheeks, his touch gentle and affectionate, as if to assure her that refusing was fine. That he was fine.
