In the garden outside the banquet hall, Yulis wiped his mouth with a cloth. He cleared his throat before gazing at the handkerchief, seeing blood on it that made him clench his teeth.
'She will really hate me,' he thought, thinking about Silvia and his little secret from her. 'I shouldn't have given in to her.'
His eyes softened with bitterness, feeling sorry for having these thoughts right now. Deep down, he didn't regret being selfish now despite knowing his circumstance. That night, when Silvia kissed him, his mind automatically erased the reasons he shouldn't be with her.
Obviously, Yulis knew Silvia's feelings long ago. He simply pretended not to notice and acted like usual because he knew he would hurt her, eventually. But when she confessed and saw the look in her eyes, his defenses broke as if they were glass. And when they kissed... it felt right.
