Relentless

"Do you know Stephen? Did he send you here?" she demanded, her voice carrying a tone of urgency. A heavy silence hung in the air as her question lingered, waiting for an answer that seemed reluctant to come.

Charles hesitated for a moment, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and apprehension. "You will have to trust me," he finally spoke, his voice tinged with regret. "I wish I could save those people, but it's already too late."

Her anger flared at his response. "How do I know I'm not trusting the wrong person? What if you only showed up because of my fame and popularity?" Her tone dripped with suspicion and frustration, as doubts crept into her mind.

"You are too stubborn," he shouted, his voice carrying a sense of frustration and exasperation. "That's why you wouldn't even ask your man if everything in the post was true. And now, you're trying to escape from reality."

Her brow furrowed as she responded, her voice filled with a mix of emotions. "Who told you I don't trust him?