Just a few months ago, I couldn't have imagined that someone like me—who's failed at nearly everything in life—would ever end up with such an amazing girlfriend. I mean, it's not just that she's beautiful. She's *breathtaking*. She's the kind of girl you see in movies, the one everyone dreams about but never really expects to meet in real life. Every time I look at her, I can't help but wonder if I somehow stumbled into some sort of heavenly luck.
I still remember the first time I saw her. The radiant smile she had on her face, the glimmer in her eyes. It was like the universe paused for a second just to admire her. And now, a week into our relationship, today is our first official date. A week might not seem like much, but it feels like an eternity when you're waiting for something.
I've been planning everything meticulously, running through different scenarios in my head, obsessing over every little thing—from which restaurant we should go to, even down to the topics I should avoid in case I end up sounding like an idiot. My mind keeps replaying what might happen, and each time, it ends differently. Sometimes, I say all the right things, and other times… well, I make a complete fool of myself.
But even with all this planning, there's this gnawing feeling in the back of my mind—the fear that somehow, I'll mess everything up. What if I say something stupid? What if she finds me boring? What if this is all just a dream, and I wake up to find out she was never real?
But today, it's not about that fear. It's about showing her the best version of myself, the one that maybe, just maybe, deserves someone like her. As I stand here, looking at my reflection, I take a deep breath. Today is the day, and I'm going to make it unforgettable. I may not have much, but right now, I've got this chance, and I'm going to give it everything I've got.
....
I leaned back on the bench, trying to calm my nerves. The soft sound of water trickling from the fountain behind me was strangely soothing, but it did little to ease the fluttering in my chest. The gentle breeze carried the faint scent of flowers from the nearby flowerbeds, mingling with the fragrance of the light blue petals in my hand.
I glanced at the flowers again, trying to remember their name. "Something… something with a 'D'?" I muttered to myself, furrowing my brow. It didn't matter. What mattered was that they reminded me of her eyes—those sapphire blue eyes that seemed to shine with their own light. I could already picture her smile when she saw them, that soft curve of her lips that made everything else fade into the background.
"Please, let this be enough," I whispered, feeling a twinge of doubt creep in. I wasn't the most experienced when it came to romance, but I wanted today to be special. I wanted her to feel how much she meant to me.
Just as I was lost in thought, I heard footsteps approaching. I quickly straightened up, and turned my head, but what I saw was anything but pleasing.
For a moment, my brain refused to process what I was seeing. It felt like the world around me had suddenly tilted, and everything that was supposed to make sense just crumbled. My heart, which had been pounding with excitement just moments ago, now felt like it had been clenched in a cold, iron fist.
I blinked, hoping that somehow, I was imagining things—that the image of my brother with his arm around her would vanish, and she'd walk toward me with that beautiful smile I'd been dreaming about all week. But it didn't vanish. It stayed, painfully real, with every step they took bringing them closer together.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as a mix of anger and disbelief surged through me. How could he be here? How could *she* let him touch her like that? A thousand questions raced through my mind, each more painful than the last, but none of them had any answers.
" If it isn't my dear brother" Lucian drawled, his voice dripped with mockery.
" Lucian, what are you doing here?"
I forced the words out, my voice was calm and steadier then I expected, but on the inside I was in a complete chaos.
Anyone with eyes could see what was happening here—I could too. But I still cling to hope that talking it out might change something. Even now I was being a coward, I hated it. I hated myself for being weak.
" Oh... I heard my looser of a brother managed to snag himself a girlfriend. I had to see for myself. " He said moving his hand further down below, on Emilia's buttocks. She flinched at first, trying to shrug him, but in the end..... She didn't resist. She just stood there, letting it happen.
" I have to say, she got quite an amazing ass, you wouldn't mind letting me borrow her for a day right " His words were full of mockery, his face had a vicious smile as he stared right into my eyes.
The sight of someone casually violating my girlfriend in front of my own eyes, this betrayal, this humiliation, all this snapped a spark within me.
"Get your hands off her!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice was breaking as rage consumed me whole. All I wanted to tear him apart, erase that smug expression on his face, to get revenge for all the humiliation I have suffered over the years.
I knew all too well that I wasn't strong enough to take him head-on. Whether it was cultivation, talent, or sheer physical power, we were leagues apart. He had always been the golden child, the one who excelled effortlessly while I struggled in his shadow. But if I let this spark inside me die today—if I backed down now—I'd never forgive myself. I would be condemned to live the rest of my life as the same coward I despised.
This was more than just a fight. It was a chance to reclaim something, even if it was small. If I didn't stand up now, I'd be giving him power over me forever. I had to take this stand, even if it meant losing. Even if it meant dying.