Face to face. Though you couldn’t see his eyes, the tension behind him was obvious from the furrowing of his brows, the squaring of his shoulders.

“…You should’ve fled while you had the chance,” He muttered, but there was no mistaking the pain in his tone. Nobody can stay composed when faced with arresting their lover.

You hadn’t fled, because you trusted his value in you. Yet now, doubt bubbles up in your mind.