n Ga

ed me to marry her. Honestly, when I was chasing after her, trying to force her to marry me, I was just annoyed

ust stood there, fro

away right then-the whol

nd, clearly embarrassed. "If you don't want to, it's fine. I'm not ev

it made me feel a bit better, knowing we had a

her with my words. "Where are you

e for a moment. Then she said something that made my heart ache for her. "But... who a

ook her hand. "I'll ask my

er small, soft ones and smiled

take my eyes off her blue, ocean-lik

eemed, my mind still refused to believe there was such a thing as a goo

r slipping up. Even though, deep down, my heart to

e of on the inside-I would never love again, even if I married her and she turned o

ught. I had no idea how things would go from here. I was silent the whole way until she ma

Yeah, of co

d to stone over the years, but something about her softened me-not because my uncle, her dad, died.

ment and took her to the cemetery. After all,

morizing the road. I didn't think much of it, and I didn't ask. When we

girl, waiting for me to open the door for her or some dumb stuff like that. So I did open the door, but I

. "I... I can't... I can't move my legs." I

all my issues onto her-she literally just agreed to marry me, and t

e. She flinched nervousl

on a minibus! I'm not hitting

tried to gently stretch her legs. She started to moan, "

, and I looked at them. "What,

ilent-like a cat h

hand off her leg. "Let's just go," she

anted to see them?" I was

me that she dragged m

ged. "Not

slammed the door. I got into my seat and shouted at her, "Not

the ignition, and said in a gentle voice, "I j

course, that arrogant, annoying side of me came o

d drove off, feeling

me to pull over. "

ok at her-she wa

agging, "Plea

stop a

around, and her naggi

the street and yelled, "Just

use the bat

we get home?" I mocked her, and immediately regre

sly. I yelled, "Ten more minutes and

one was weird, and I was being a tot

the door, and ran toward th

of the restaurant and waited for her to come out. When she did, she came up to me, catching

or something?" I as

ed at all. She just looked scared. I figured I'

acy. All I could see was her buying an injection. My mind went to the wor

or women ha

hout respect, I barged in to see what she was doing. I caught her giving herself a sho

her hand and looked at it. My

's insulin. Can you let me take i

ge back in her hand and walked

taurant door, not realizing she had finished and was standing behind me. "Yeah, Dad, listen-

ound her standing there, looking at me like I'd broken her

e street. I'm not going to marry you, and I w

w. She flagged down a taxi, got in, an