Chapter 2
In a daze, I recalled some memories from the post.
I was twelve when I was brought back home from Maplewood, fooling awkward, insecure, and timid.
Back then, Kevin marely shielded me from bullying, and I fell hopelessly in love with him
I chosed after him until everyone know about it.
But he despised me to the core.
Eventually, I found it all pointless and gave up on him.
That’s when I noticed James, who had been quietly protecting me all along.
One night, it was pouring rain, and I was walking alone on a dimly lit street. Suddenly, a hand gently rested on my
shoulder.
I turned around to see James standing there silently, holding a large block umbrella. Raindrops fall from the umbrella’s
edge, reflecting a mesmerizing and ambiguous light in his deep, soulful eyes.
He pulled me into his embrace, his brood, worm arms wrapping tightly around my waist. “Come with me,” he said.
We walked together through the rainy night. James’s tall figure completely shielded me from the downpour, leaving only
a sofe and comfortable haven for me to lean on..
His broath brushed against my ear, his deep, magnetic voice sounding like the sweetest of love songs: “Emily… let me bo
the one to protect you from now on. I don’t ask that you
u see
as a person, I only hope that you can be free to be yourself
again…”
As he spoke, James lowered his head, drawing closer to my lips. I could clearly feel the tingling, electric sensation as his
hot broath and soft, moist touch grazed my skin.
“Tell me…” he murmured, “Do you still want to pretend you don’t see it? Must you wait until you’ve lost everything to
understand what to cherish?”
James’s large hand began to wander restlessly, kneading my back and bottom; the other slowly explored beneath my
clothes, caressing sensitive areas…
On this hazy, seductive rainy night, I sow the one who had been quietly protecting me all along.
I cleared my heart, welcoming James’s arrival.
As I fell deeper and deeper into his tenderness.
As I began to fantasize about a sweet future with him.
Little did I know, I was giving him the opportunity to slowly torture my heart,
One cut at a time.
Bleeding profusely.
Reality, however, was cruel and cold. All James gave me was endless pain and torment…
A lump formed in my throat, and my eyes filled with uncontrollable pain.
A tear fell, which I quickly wiped away.
The voices inside continued, all giving him advice: “To get revenge on a woman, isn’t it more interesting to let her fall into
the abyss when she’s at her happiost?”
“Right, so you should go back. You should go back and help her choose a wedding dress, accompany her to sand out wedding invites, act like nothing’s wrong, and then on the wedding day, leave her there alone and humiliated. I bat Emily will
go crazy”
All followed by sickening laughter.
I held back my nausea, waiting for James’s response.
How I wished to hear from his lips. “Stop joking. Hove Emily”
Or even, “That’s going too far for a girl.”
But after a long silence
I heard James agree in a deep voice: “Hmm, that’s not a bad idea. Let’s do it,”
Boundless anger nearly suffocated mo
I forced a bitter smile, but tears still fall shomelessly.
James, you want to play, is that it?
Fine, Ill act along with you. I’m also curious to see what expression you’ll have on our wedding
wedding escape.
day when you discover my
