“That wasn’t the right words to tell your mother,” I told Pyro while he watched his mother’s back. She’s already walked out on us.
I saw him balling his fists before slowly looking at me. His eyes showed me how tired he is with everything, too. “Would you rather I’d become a puppet to their decisions once more?” he asked me in a low baritone.
I pursed my lips and shook my head. “We’re already done,” I told him. “How many times do I have to tell you that?”
Pyro pursed his lips. “I don’t like your decisions,” he said. “Why do you need a break?”
“Why did you agree last night if you still have a lot of questions?” I asked him back. “You already agreed!”
Pyro sighed and shook his head. “I am changing my mind now. I can’t take looking at you from afar without having to hold you,” he re
