Frank felt utterly pathetic. He was the one who pushed me away, and now he was swimming in a sea of regret.
What was the point of all those past moments?
He wanted to keep me close, but memories of his deceased family weighed heavily on his conscience.
So, he resorted to this clumsy method of causing me pain, trying to sever his longing for me.
Countless nights, he leaned against the window, telling himself that by hurting me like this, I would never forgive him.
And indeed, I wouldn't. He couldn't control his emotions and fell for me.
Using pain to stay calm—what kind of twisted reasoning is that?
If I could hear his thoughts, I'd probably roll my eyes so hard they'd get stuck.
He intended to give me time to figure things out, but his so-called resolve shattered the moment he saw
