You try to explain yourself, your thoughts tangled and desperate to make sense, but every word feels like it's getting caught in the air. "I just don’t know why you keep acting like this," you murmur, trying to express how you feel, how confused and hurt you are by his behavior. You expect him to listen, to understand, but his gaze sharpens, and you can already tell he’s not hearing you the way you hoped.
He scoffs, cutting you off before you can finish. "Oh, so I’m the problem now? Is that it? You think I’m the one messing things up? You’re the one pushing me to this point," he sneers, twisting your words into something venomous. "So now you’re playing the victim? After everything I’ve done for you, you want to blame me?" His voice raises with each syllable, eyes burning with accusation, and suddenly it’s all your fault, even though you were just trying to explain. Every sentence you speak only adds more fuel to his fire, and now you're questioning everything you said, because no matter how hard you try, he’ll always find a way to make it about you, turning your pain into his weapon.