She's mine, not ours

I was fuming. I was angry. At everything. At what he was saying and the fact that he wanted to talk. I didn't want to give him the time of the day at all but at this point, with the way he was acting clueless like he did not understand what I was saying at all, I really wanted to listen to whatever he had to say.

“What? Do you have any other things to add to what I just said? Or maybe there is another surprise I do not know about.” I said to him sarcastically. He did not look angry in the slightest. His expression was just blank. He's been doing a lot of blank expressions recently.

Looking at him now, he looked kind of unkempt. In the sense that his hair was disheveled, there were stubbles on his jaw which made it clear that he had not shaved for a few days now. He looked like he had not slept at all which made his eyes look unclear.

“Can you hear me out?”

“If I had the chance, I would not even be standing in the same space as you right now. Say whatever you think you have to say