THE REMAINING HOURS OF THE NIGHT felt like hell. I couldn’t stay downstairs already with the fear that they might ask about the bruise on Marcus’ face. I couldn’t enjoy the rest of the night because of what happened and what I heard. Most of all, I couldn’t even look at Marcus’ eyes after he got punched by the man whom I gave false hope to.
As much as I tried not to take it personally and let it not linger in my mind for so long, Martin’s words kept running through my mind. How I am such a coward to run away from every mess in my life—may it be done by me or by my own mother. How I played with his feelings unconsciously. How he pointed out that Marcus… he was hiding something from me. It all keeps circling in my mind, that it makes my head spin already.
Unlike Martin’s outburst, I couldn
