I struggled for about a minute before pulling away from him. I took some steps backwards, staring at him with a feeling I could not describe. I expected myself to be angry at him, but I was not. I just stood there staring at him as if I was waiting for his next action, and it was completely unlike me; I would either run away in fear or try to summon all the courage in me and fight back even though I was scared.
"Cassandra..." he called out to me, making me take a step forward.
"Do not come any closer, Donald. We cannot be like this; you should leave," I said, turning my gaze away from him.
"Do you honestly think that I did not want to leave, like, long before now? I wanted to leave. Cassandra I would have left; I just cannot. I cannot explain what it is that you do to me, so I beg you to please explain to me exactly what's going on," he said to me with a look of pain on his face, and at that moment I was not sure exactly how I was supposed to react.
