To those who wanna see love beyond the infinity.
"....Even if you try, you will not be able to find a place where you will find yourself without me, princess."
Tears escaped from her eyes. Our bodies were attached to each other without an ounce dis...
I stood and moved back from her. My jaw clenched to saw Hayn's face.
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She stumbled but she also managed stood before me.
"Thank you so much for helping me." She wiped her tears and brushed her hair back from her face.
I spun and walked up to my car.
"Taehyung, please help me." She gripped my wrist, I didn't think twice to jerk her hand harshly.
She fell on the road and groaned in pain.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME." I turned and shoutout. My voice was loud which made her flinch so bad.
She looked up. Her eyes pleading. I knew her drama. I knew how fallen she was.
"Get out." I yelled.
"Please drop me at my home, I know you are angry at me, I should not touch you that day. But please help me today. Those men will come again. P-please."
Her voice tumbled and her eyes looked toward the way those men went.
"Keep dreaming," I chuckled darkly. "I will never let you sit in my car." I turned and went to sit in my car.
"How would you feel if someone left your wife alone on the road like this?"
The last sentence I heard after sliding up the glass.
I started the engine and went without giving a last glance to her. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white, the cool leather beneath my fingers doing little to soothe the anger bubbling just below the surface.
I could still hear her voice, quivering with fear, pleading for help. Those words, "How would you feel if someone left your wife alone on the road like this?" were like a persistent drumbeat, matching the thudding of my heart, relentless and accusing.
As the car began to move, the tires crunching on the gravel beneath them, I refused to look back. I forced my eyes to stay fixed on the road ahead, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of my mind, the one that kept telling me to stop, to turn around, to help her.
I pressed down harder on the gas, as if speed could somehow drown out the noise in my head. But it was no use. Her words lingered, gnawing at my conscience. "How would you feel..." I gritted my teeth, trying to block it out, but the question kept replaying, each repetition digging deeper into my thoughts.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror-my eyes cold, my jaw set in a hard line.
Was this who I had become?
Someone who could leave a woman, terrified and vulnerable, alone on the side of the road?
A dark chuckle escaped my lips, but it was devoid of any humor. I didn't want to think about it, didn't want to acknowledge the guilt that was slowly creeping in.
