His sadness

Sara POV

I knocked on his door to bandage his palm, but he didn't open it, so I pushed the door to enter his room without his permission. He stood by the glass pane, lost in his world, peering out.

"Aron." I softly uttered his name in an attempt to catch his attention, but he refused to look at me.

I don't know why Jerry asked me to wrap his hand in bandages. I went to his room and turned the light on.

"What are you doing here?" He was still frustrated with me.

However, I'm not sure what I did to make him upset with me.

"Your palm has a wound, so let me bandage it." I took a careful hold of his palm and examined the deep cut on his hand.

"Sara, I am fine with this cut; I don't need any bandages." He jerked my hand to free his palm from my grasp.

"Why are you taking out your anger on yourself?" Once more, I forcefully gripped his palm and wrapped it in a bandage. This time, he calmly stared at my face instead of attempting to remove his palm from my hold.

"I am sorry, Aron; I