You and I, Never to Meet Again

I smiled at him, already at peace, but he wasn't.

Aaron dragged me into the hospital room.

The moment we entered, his kisses rained down on me in a frenzy.

"Amanda, you're being disobedient. You're trying to run again."

He held me close, and for the first time, I felt his body trembling—he was scared.

"Aaron, I'm not keeping this child, and I don't want you either."

I spoke firmly, but it was as if he hadn't heard. He reached into my clothes, trying to unhook my bra.

"Amanda, if you give birth to our child, you won't leave, right?"

"Now that the old woman is dead, you have something else to hold onto, don't you?"

He... was acting insane.

Desperately, he continued to strip my clothes. I slapped him hard, my disappointment reaching its peak, and tears instantly spilled from my eyes.

"Aaron, listen carefully. I don't want you anymore. You can keep me locked up, but you can't make me stay."

In the three years we were together, he never said it, but I knew he had been watching Grandma secretly all along.

I... wanted to escape.

I was betting on a shred of decency in him.

But he just laughed.

"Amanda, you owe me. Have you forgotten? You'll spend the rest of your life repenting for abandoning me."

He held me tightly, and I couldn't move. I... lost the bet.

He wasn't the Aaron I used to know anymore.

And I really did owe him.

The cheerful, righteous young man who had once told me countless times that he wanted to be a guardian of the nation—he was gone.

Then, my alcoholic father killed someone.

I... couldn't drag Aaron down with me and ruin his reputation.

So, I ran away. I ran for three years.

I owed him.

I knew, the feelings Aaron had for me are nothing more than obsession.

If I were to die by his hands, would that satisfy him just a little?