Three years into the relationship, most of the time it was me taking the initiative. He was reserved to the point that even intimacy had to start with me.
Only when I provoked him did he lose his composure and teach me a harsh lesson.
Throughout this lukewarm relationship, I never felt his love.
Later on Shaun's birthday, I discovered my brother's diary hidden at the top of the bookshelf.
He had hidden it so well that even when the police came to investigate earlier, they couldn't find it.
The person my brother used to bully turned out to be Shaun.
This reality hit me hard.
I no longer hoped for his love.
Even being in the same space with him made it hard for me to breathe.
The weight of the past was too heavy, and I found myself immersed in memories, unintentionally falling into a warm embrace.
It startled me.
But before I could jump away, the person spoke.
"Why are you alone here?"
It was Wilbert Porter, my brother's friend. He was a rich kid from Mistwood and also my nominal fiancé.
His voice was deep, his chest pressing against my back intimately. I was uncomfortable and struggled to free myself from his embrace.