I wouldn't take me back.
However, Dandy begged to differ. He thought otherwise and I'm hesitantly wondering if it could be possible. Could something good come out of me using my hand to destroy pure, unadulterated happiness?
A week after the serious talk with Dandy, I'm now torn between following my routine of wallowing in self-pity and deceiving myself that I'd get my money from Tukor or taking a chance to confess to Utom. I sought Dandy's opinion on the matter because it seemed my reasoning could not be trusted, even by me these days.
"The man I'd seen the more than twice he'd come here looking for you was desperate, Nams," Dandy had said. "He'd looked lost and his friends had to drag him away every time."
