Thomas continued to cry. His tears flowed down his face like a river. It didn’t matter how much he cried. His tears would never wash away what he had done to Miranda. They would never wash the pain and hurt that he had cause her. Not the just the physical pain but the mental pain. That  didn’t even touch upon that fact that Thomas broken the most precious and fragile of thing that people could have between them. Trust.<br/><br/>“ No it’s not.” He said. He wanted to move from her. Even though every part of him want to take her in his arms. He knew that it was wrong for him to feel that way. Knew that he had no right to confront her.<br/><br/>“No it not Miranda. None of this was Your Flaunt. How could you say that? This Is Not all my flaunt. You need know that.” He could not understand why she took the blame for what happen. between them. Again. Why did she keep doing that,Thomas wondered. He knew that he was doing and should of stop. Instead he let his body and anger rule him. He got up and dress when she left the room. Did she really think they could sit at table eat a meal together as if he didn’t attack her. He could never look into her beautiful face and not see the what he had done.<br/><br/>“Miranda we can’t pretend that I didn’t hurt you.” Thomas said as she walked back in the room.