Downfall of a Nice Guy

we would sneak off to stroll near the school. But he would also leav

was a roommate, a classmate, or even a passerby, he would readily a

ve often came with heightened emotions. Who would want th

lationship public, he disagreed. When I wanted to eat ice cream, he said no. Even when I

d James when we were strolling, aski

at day, I held onto his hand, refusing to let him go. Jam

off my hand, and lef

andoned. When James left, I couldn't believe he wou

shoved violently to the ground. In an instant, the full moon that had once seemed so serene now took on a deeply weird and menacing aura. My hands and feet were bound, leaving me compl

for days. I reported it to the police, underwent medical examination

shirt with unkempt, lackluster hair. She cried and begged at the

a teacher, and if his father went t

d around us grew, their gazes a mix of sympathy, mocker

, but the various looks around me felt like an invisible net, trapping me. I couldn

t me: "Why were you in the abandoned area? It must be you that seduced my husban

a daze, sometimes feeling like I was dreaming, sometimes like I was awak

d. We were together that night. I left for a bit, and th

. Though he wore a black hoodie, it felt l

e stares and whispers of the crowd. At that moment, h

d countless times for him to acknowledge me publi

uld come at such a time, when I

ok that desperate woman. The crowd, seeing there was no more drama

mes, even though he apologizes daily throug

ave his girlfriend for someone else? What good was an apology? Could it heal m

t me from harm, willingly took on the voices of others' criticism, p

th the curious glances of classmates or the whispers behind our b