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"what do you mean you don't know what to do?" my eyes furrowed at him.

why would he say that? he was sexually harrased by someone!

i saw him lowered his head down. i walked closely infront of him.

i know i've said that i'm not going to treat him like this after he was sick but then i can't just see him like this, ever again.

i sighed heavily before saying my words.

"stand for yourself, bright. just open up everything to me."

i muttered sadly. this is just so sad. wonder why he was so pale these days and i think it's because of this.

everyone should fight and defend for them selves. especially in moments like this, fuck perverts and rapists.

we sat on the living room as i wait for him to say everything to me.

"go on bright. do it for yourself." i encouraged him again.

he said heavily and looked up to me but then he lowered down his head again.

i guess he was too afraid to say what's on his side.

"when you said that he forced you into things, what do you mean by that?" i asked him, hoping he would start saying what on his mind.

"sexual stuffs..." he muttered and finally, he looked up to me.

"then you know what's stupid, win?"

i frowned.

"i ignored it all. i didn't fight for myself after being his model for two years. i was busy focusing on my career that i didn't even have time to defend for myself." his voice broke.

"you have time now, win. it was never too late." i assured him.

when he lowered his head down again, i hold his hand and started massaging it slowly. comforting him.

"i was too scared...i ignored it all because...i was too busy on finding my mom."

i stopped from my seat. what?

"what do you mean? what happened?"

i heard him sighed nervously.

"i-i don't know." my heart ache from he said.

he doesn't even know where his mom at. "when was the last time you saw her?"

"two years ago. i thought she was fine now after the death of my father-"

"shit." i lowered my head down and held his hand tightly. his father is dead?

"when?"

"the exact day you left me years ago." i sighed heavily and closed my eyes tightly.

while he was in pain...i left him.

am i too stupid? should i put all the blame on me? maybe i shouldn't have left him years ago...

"i shouldn't-"

"don't blame yourself, win. you left and that's the right thing to do. i know you did it for yourself and i was an asshole back then..." he interrupted.

"i'm sorry-"

"it's okay, win. what's more important right now is you're here..."

my eyes widened a bit, surprised.

"i mean-"

i chuckled and shook my head at him.

"i just want you...to stay here with me while i find my mom..." he said carefully.

i looked up to him.

"okay..."