Anna's POV

When I didn't move an inch towards his direction and stared, letting the tears roll down my cheeks, he covered the distance between us in seconds and hugged me tightly, not caring that I could probably get my makeup all over him.

“You're crying. What's wrong Anna?”

He asked, affectionately, worry visible on his face.

I began to try to talk in between sobs, clearing my throat so I could talk.

“I..I thought you left. You know, since…since you really didn't want to go and I kind of cajoled you into going and–”

“It's okay, really it is. I would like to go. Stop crying for me okay,...