Miles
I woke up with a pounding headache. My body ached, but nothing compared to the weight in my chest.
I felt terrible.
For hurting her.
For losing control.
For failing to protect the one thing I swore to cherish.
Why did I do that?
Why did I get so angry?
I should have been careful. I should have been gentle.
Oh God.
This is really bad.
She’ll never forgive me. I don’t deserve to be forgiven.
I reached into my drawer, pulling out the papers I had prepared, then made my way downstairs.
When my eyes landed on Cheryl, my breath hitched.
She looked… the same. Beautiful. Soft. Too soft for someone I had hurt.
She smiled as soon as she saw me.
“Oppa, you’re here. I was going to bring breakfast up to you. Do you feel better?”
How can she still be nice to me after what I did?
