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The aftermath of uncovering the engagement news felt like a whirlwind, engulfing San and me in a storm of emotions and confrontations. San's reaction to the news was visceral; he was consumed by anger. When he learned of the headlines, his first instinct was to confront those responsible directly, believing that immediate action was necessary. As he hurried out, his determination palpable, I found myself drawn into the chaos, trailing behind him, my own emotions a mix of anxiety and the desire to somehow temper his reaction.
As San strode determinedly towards his car, fueled by a mix of anger and impulse, I reached out and grabbed his arm in an attempt to hold him back. He was set on confronting his father immediately, driven by the deep hurt and betrayal he felt. Despite my efforts to calm the situation and perhaps discuss a more measured approach, there seemed little I could do to sway his resolve at that moment.
I gripped his arm tighter, pulling him gently in an effort to draw him back towards the house and away from any rash actions. "San, please, let's talk about this first. Confronting your father in this state won't solve anything," I pleaded, hoping to inject some reason into the heated moment.
However, my words seemed only to add to his frustration. With a sharp glare, he pulled his arm away roughly, his strength catching me off guard. I stumbled backward, nearly losing my balance. The force of his reaction and the intense look in his eyes underscored the depth of his emotions.
Regaining my footing, I watched as he opened the car door, the slam of it echoing sharply in the quiet street. It was clear that San was struggling to process his emotions, and in his current state, rational discussion seemed impossible. His reaction was not just about the news itself but also the underlying feelings of betrayal by someone as close as his father.
"San, I'm here for you, but we need to think this through together," I called out to him, maintaining a careful distance but trying to keep the communication lines open. "Let's find a way to handle this without causing more hurt."
He paused, his hand on the ignition, and for a moment, it seemed he might reconsider. His shoulders slumped slightly, a sign of the inner turmoil he was battling. The intensity of the situation hung heavy between us, a palpable tension that seemed to charge the very air.
After a tense moment, he sighed deeply, his expression softening just a bit as the initial wave of anger began to ebb. "I... I just can't believe he would do this," San said, his voice cracking with emotion. "How could he think this was okay?"
As San stood by the car, the conflict in his posture visible, I stepped closer, my voice low and soothing, trying to navigate the tension that had charged the air. "I know, baby—we will get this sorted, but not like this, okay?" I whispered, approaching carefully while maintaining a respectful distance, giving him space yet showing my support.
His shoulders, which had been rigid with anger and determination, began to relax slightly under the soft tone of my voice. His hands, which had gripped the car door with white-knuckled intensity, loosened as he leaned back against the vehicle, the fight visibly draining from him.
