I know I love him, but— I rejected the arranged marriage with him. He was too composed, too unreadable, his presence suffocating. I wanted freedom, not a throne beside a man who looked at you like you were something to be owned.
Previous Time:
I liked him. Always chasing after his footprints, making efforts just to get his attention. Only to get humiliated and rejected by him in front of many students.
I confessed my love to him when we were in middle school.
I rushed to him
Bridget: Dion, where are you going?
He ignored me
Bridget: Hey, why do you keep ignoring me?
Bridget: Dion-
He cut me off...
Dion: What now Bridget?! You're going to confess again?
Dion: I told you I don't like you, why do you keep pestering me? You're so pathetic, you know that.
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