“Do you want me to help?” “I can at least do that myself. Go before me. I will follow.” “Are you sure you don’t want me to help? It’ll be quick.” “You’re becoming a wife way too fast, Rai.” But I feel like it’s only because she feels guilty that I took a bullet for her great-uncle. That’s the reason why she wouldn’t leave my side all this time. It’s gratitude. I hate that fucking word. I don’t want her to feel gratitude toward me. I want her to be with me because she needs my presence as much as I can’t breathe without hers.
