“do you even get it?” he asked. “who are you, to make me have such regrets?” he asked with teary eyes and push your shoulder as he’s frustrated.

you grabbed his hands. “chan. i get it, so get in the car. cabs dont stop here.” you tried to stop him.

“what makes you really awful is that you made me hate myself, not you.” his voice cracked, his eyes teary and his lips quiver.