I’m Someone Else

Despite how much Thomas’ heart ached for Olivia, he was not good with words. As he watched her cry, his mouth opened and closed, attempting to find the right words to console her.

Initially bustling with activity, the restaurant fell into an uneasy hush as her loud sobbing captured everyone’s attention. All eyes turned toward him, their gazes filled with judgment and disapproval. The surrounding crowd, observing his seemingly passive response, questioned his lack of action in comforting his visibly distressed girlfriend.

“Dude, you need to comfort her. Look at how sad she is,” someone said.

“Yeah! A good man will never leave his woman crying.”

“That’s right!”

Thomas took a deep breath and said, “Don’t cry, Olivia. You were fine just now. Why did you cry so suddenly?” He was playing dumb.

She lifted her head and glared at him through her tears. “Why can’t I cry? I gave you my first kiss. You saw everything that you should not have seen. How can you tell me you don’t like me now? Isn’t that playboy behavior? How can you forbid me from crying after doing all that?” Her wails grew louder as she was inevitably reminded of what had just happened.

“Huh?”

As the crowd’s gaze shifted toward Thomas, a different sentiment began to emanate from their eyes. The initial curiosity and concern transformed into unmistakable disapproval. The realization that he had taken Olivia’s first kiss and seen her in a vulnerable state, coupled with his apparent avoidance of taking responsibility for his actions, painted a picture of a selfish and callous individual in their eyes. The crowd’s expressions were now tinged with scorn, mirroring their collective judgment of his behavior.

Their glares intensified once they saw Olivia’s face. Jealousy now tinged their eyes, a green hue sparkling with envy. How dare he anger such a beautiful girlfriend! Is he mad? Even if he would not spoil her rotten, he should at least dote on and cherish her.

As Thomas caught sight of the intense stares fixed upon him, panic gripped his heart, momentarily unsettling his composure. Her distressing cries briefly swayed him, causing him to consider dating her. For a fleeting moment, he acknowledged a genuine fondness for her. However, that thought quickly dissipated as he regained his rationality. He realized that being in a relationship with her solely out of guilt or obligation was not an expression of true love. In addition, he understood that pursuing such a path would ultimately hurt her in the long run, and he couldn’t bear to do that.

help. She was the woman who brought color and light back into his world

a man? How can you just watch her cry?” someone

“You’ve gone too far!”

her! You have a tongue. Use

watch in

you a scum like she said? Are you

a world record for

he were, he would have done so already. Why would he have done nothing? Anyway, one look at her face,

people’s opinions, he understood the impact of being openly berated in public. His own internal struggle, compounded with the external judgment he faced, left him with an overwhelming sense of distress. How he wished he could shout out to

left the restaurant and the cursing crowd behind and headed back

Thomas started the car and drove back

over ten minutes in silence only fueled her irritation,

leave the restaurant with her. At this instant, he wanted

me too. You risked your life and charged into the Hinds Residence just for me. You made enemies of the Pearsons, specifically Terrence, and

mouth twitched, and he was about to speak when she interrupted

me you’re nice to me only because I’m your friend or nonsense. You’re way nicer to me than you should be to a friend. Even an idiot

Thomas said. His cheeks were red, and his mood was very low. After a few moments of silence, those

a blank look in her eyes. “In the end, you still don’t like

heart and nodded.

her to continue to love him.