"Ramuja, I love you…"
That sentence lingered in my mind. I stood stupefied. I didn't know how to react. Merry stared at me with her big eyes, seeing me not responding made her eyes watery as she was about to cry.
Merry clenched the gardenia in her palm and her expression was grieving. I could hear her voice trembled, almost like begging, "If… if you are going to reject me… at least give me a reason, then I can let go…"
I was still in silence. No one ever did such thing to me, to confess to someone like me, a sex slave.
"Ramuja? Please say something," Merry pleaded.
"I… I don't know what to say…"
'Should I say that I was a sex slave, and I have somebody else in my heart…'
'If I do, would she be disgusted by me?'
'And that somebody else… it's just my hopeless thinking…'
I gulped. I was really unsure how to respond to this.
