The moment he saw me, his eyes brightened.
His voice was filled with suppressed excitement.
Like a drowning man finally grabbing onto something that could keep him afloat. Like someone who had wandered through endless darkness and suddenly found a glimmer of light.
"Lily, you agreed to see me. I knew it. You still have feelings for me."
His voice shook. Even his fingers trembled. He reached out, trying to touch my hand, but I pulled away.
"I know you hate me. I was wrong. I shouldn't have drugged you. I shouldn't have used that method to force you to give up..."
His words came out rushed and disorganized, like someone repeating a script they had memorized countless times.
Every sentence was filled with desperation.
He was afraid I would leave the moment I stood up, and this was his
