"- Promise? - Promise."
Shohei Ohtani, a baseball superstar worldwide, carried the weight of an injury that threatened to shatter his dreams. He now faced not only the painful physical injury, but also a disease that posed threat to his mental healt...
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He standing there, in his black leather jacket and dark pants. It was just a glimpse of him as when I smelled the cinnamon first and then his figure, I immediately shut the door. But he was faster than me, he put one hand on the door handle to keep it from closing, and then turned to look inside.
"Y/N, please I wanna talk to you"
I got goosebumps when I heard his voice. His eyes were cold as ice. He stared at me with intensity. My heart raced and my breathing accelerated. I knew I shouldn't show any fear because he probably couldn't tell if I was scared or not.
"We've done."
I avoid his gaze while still trembling. but my voice sounded calmer than ever. Yoshinori. It was too much for me to mention his name. I heard him sigh loudly, "Listen... Y/N, we have not done yet."
I slowly lifted my head and saw him watching me. It wasn't like I wanted to look in his eyes but I had to. I didn't understand why, but the urge to do so became stronger. His expression looked pained, but also angry and sad. I could feel my insides churning, the nausea was getting worse.
"What do you want?" my voice came out hoarsely.
He sighed, "At least let my apologize to you." his voice was pleading now. The desperation was clear.
He was always like that. It was like he could read my thoughts, my needs. He knew exactly how to make me feel vulnerable. He said things about our relationship, about myself, I accepted it, I ignored it and then it all became normal again. Sometimes I even believed it was true; sometimes he convinced me, but then again I doubted myself. I hated it because he was good at doing it. He always had an explanation for everything. That was a weakness I couldn't control.
I was too generous to forgive people's mistakes, because I believed that they were not bad at all. I always told him that. And at that moment I was aware that he knew my weakness.
And I felt helpless.
"You think that I would forgive you?" I asked, sounding very bitter.
His eyes fell down on my lips. I was shaking, I felt weak, I was afraid of him."I dont need your forgiveness "he said calmly.
His face softened, he looked at me like he cared. He did. But I didn't care anymore.
"Then I dont need your apology". I used all of my strength to close the door.
But once again, his hand was already on the door handle. He stopped it, but he didn't stop looking at me.
"Leave me alone. Please". I begged quietly, my tone of voice full of pain. I couldn't take any more of this. I just couldn't. I just couldn't. I had never felt like this about anyone before. I knew I should be strong. I was strong. But right now, I was powerless and tired.
His hand was still resting on the door handle, "Please Y/N I...". He started speaking softly.
He touched my trembling hands resting on the door. I flinched. I pulled back.
