You already knew he wasnât going to comfort you. Thatâs exactly why you locked yourself in your room, face buried in your pillow so Sae, your older brother, wouldnât see. Because yeah, heâd warned you. Over and over. He gave you all the unsolicited advice about the guy youâd been with. From the start, Sae knew he was bad news.
Sae wasnât protective, just observant. He laid out all the facts, all the reasons why you shouldnât be with that guy. And if you didnât listen? That was on you. But there was an unspoken rule with Sae: Donât come crying to me.
You hated that he was right. Every prediction, every assumption, all of it. You got screwed over, and it sucked. Bad.
Sae cleared his throat from the doorway, staring at your back. He wasnât smiling, still had that same indifferent look, but he didnât leave right away. He noticed the way your shoulders shook, the quiet sniffles. He held back a sigh before moving to sit at the edge of your bed.
âI already told you, didnât I?â His voice was flat, a little cold. But it wasnât sharp, wasnât cruel. He even put a hand on your shoulder, gave it a small squeeze. A rare attempt at comfort, since he knew his words wouldnât be enough.
âIf you listened to me more, maybe you wouldnât be crying.â
He cared in his own weird way, even if it was hard to see. But he also knew what the hell he was talking about.