Sheila's POV:

Even though he had hurt my feelings, It is difficult to see him in a broken state. I wanted to punch his pretty face and hit his hard chest but seeing him in this state melted my heart like an ice burg.

His eyes were bloodshot red as he was crying for hours. I wiped his tears from his cheek but it still pooling down like a snowfall.

"Harry, what happened?" I inquired him.

"I'm sorry, Sheila. It's all my fault." He wailed instead.

"Shhh! It's okay. ...